Robin trembled as Rachel pulled herself away. Indeed, all of Robin’s body was shaking, from her head to her toes. There was a burning sensation all along her cunt lips, and a steady pounding from her heart and clit. She had to take deep breaths, and even so, she felt slightly dizzy. No, not dizzy, she thought, heady. This is what it’s like. I’d forgotten.
She expected Rachel to remove the clamps on her nipples, but Rachel took the posture collar off instead, and then she pushed Robin back down onto her knees, guiding her with the neglected leash.
“Stay,” she said, the tone of her voice reflecting her amusement. And as she left the room, leaving the door open, Robin shivered, both from the unexpected draft of cool air that swept in and from the sensations that were struggling within her body. Even these little shivers set the weights still on her nipples moving, and she muffled back a whimper. Between her legs was a tangled pile of clips and weights―all of which had been suspended from her own pussy lips just a moment ago. She closed her eyes and opened them again only when she heard the voices in the hall.
“Of course,” Chris was saying, in a warm tone of voice that was clearly not meant for Robin. “Of course my invitation included that. But you aren’t finished with her already, are you?”
“No, no, I want to bring her in. Don’t be cross! Let’s have some fun tonight!”
“You’ll get your fun!” The two of them laughed softly together and Robin felt a new ache, one in the pit of her stomach. This one was also familiar, the desire to be with a couple, the intense fantasy of having a pair of powers to serve. It was classic and poetic, such a natural thing to her. Instead of being a partner, which always seemed inappropriate, to be the adjunct, the addition, to serve the balance instead of making it. Please, please, she silently begged, oh please! She kept absolutely still.
“But this little chit hasn’t earned it,” Chris was saying, closer to her now, actually inside the room. “She’s barely gotten used to her collar. She’s been a veritable list of imperfections since arriving here. Haven’t you, Robin?”
Robin’s head dipped low in shame. Keeping her thighs apart was a tremendous effort; she felt that if she didn’t concentrate, she would be clenching them together in a desperate effort to stop the moisture that threatened to spill from her body. “Yes, sir,” she whispered in response.
“Well, I want to take her to bed now,” Rachel said, standing so near to Robin’s body that Robin could feel the heat from her legs. “I’m in no mood to wait and see if you ever drag her there. I’m here now.”
There was a long pause. Bent forward as she was, Robin couldn’t see either of them, and she squeezed her eyes shut to help her concentration.
“Blindfold her.”
A heavy, shaped blindfold was slipped over her eyes while she knelt, and hands came around to the front of her body to remove the nipple clamps. Robin gasped as blood returned to those sensitive knots of tissue, and gasped again as her hands were released and she was pushed forward on her hands and knees and fingers ran up between her legs and entered her without warning.
“How sweet! She’s a river!” Rachel chuckled and withdrew her fingers. “Come along, kitten, follow me, that’s a good girl.”
Robin moaned as she crawled, feeling the humiliation build up inside her, but trying to concentrate on keeping the leash taut but not to pull against it. To remember the layout of the room, to estimate where the door was, to follow Rachel’s upward leading, to keep her head level, her limbs smooth.
Her nipples ached, begged for soothing touches.
When she was pulled up again, on her knees, her hands were jerked behind her again, and the cuffs linked. Something touched her lips, and without thinking, she kissed it. It was a small piece of warm skin. A finger? No, it was smaller, and on it, through it, was a ring.
Finally! Robin’s breath came out in a small whisper of heated air against Rachel’s breast, and then her mouth gently caressed the nipple with all the adoration she could express. Her tongue snaked out and flicked at it, firmly, and then retreated, as Robin‘s lips pursed around it. In front of her, she could hear Rachel’s sharp intake of breath and feel the rising of her chest.
“So sweet,” Rachel breathed, pulling Robin toward her.
“So bad,” Chris chuckled from behind Robin’s back. “Keep those legs spread, girl!” His hands parted them further, and Robin whimpered, because that brought her further away from Rachel’s breast. Her two tormentors laughed.
“You just have to learn to reach a little more,” Chris prompted, one heavy hand at the back of her neck. “Up! Now forward... Don’t lean! Don’t fall!”
When she had a nipple before her again, Robin renewed her gentle teasing, lapping at it, circling the ring with her tongue, or with her lips. When Rachel pushed her head, she eagerly reached for the other nipple and gave it similar treatment.
“Come here, Parker,” Rachel sighed at one point. And Robin could feel the man leaning over her back, hear the wet sounds and the low, throaty murmurs of kissing above her head. It was almost too erotic to bear. The fabric of Chris’s jeans brushed against her hands, and she clutched at it, shivered at the feel of the denim, the closeness of the two bodies.
When Chris pulled away, Rachel leaned back onto the bed, leaving Robin with empty air. But not for long. Chris firmly guided her back to that delta between Rachel’s thighs, and whispered hotly in her ear, “I want kisses, soft kisses, all the way up and down her thighs. And then I want you to pleasure her as though she were your mistress, the woman who owns you body and soul. You’d better impress me, girl!”
And then he joined Rachel on the bed, and took hold of her and the bed shook for a moment. Robin swore curses she had never said aloud as she began her row of kisses on Rachel’s soft inner thigh. What she would give to be able to see what they were doing! As it was, she could sense that Rachel was feeling great pleasure. The shifts in position of her legs and lower body, the tensing and relaxing, all these things were familiar. And when the kisses reached back up to her cunt, Robin found that Rachel was more than ready to be pleased, her lips open and wet, her clit engorged and sensitive. It was no hardship for Robin to dive in; in fact, it was hard to hold back and be as gentle as she felt she must be. Above her, on the bed, creaks and rustles told of other things happening, but Robin couldn’t even imagine what they were.
“She’s good,” Rachel murmured to Chris. “Oh, shit, she’s good.” She moaned softly and pushed her hips up a little. Robin flushed with pleasure, and wondered why Rachel’s movements seemed to be curtailed. Other women often moved their bodies more, or at least relaxed. Rachel’s hard body was all tension, as though she....
As though she was being held down, Robin thought with a new rush of confused pleasure.
“Do you want her to make you come?” Chris asked, his voice also low. He shifted his position slowly, and his weight moved away from the edge of the bed. Robin knew he was leaning over Rachel now, and the sounds of kissing, deep, hard kissing, swept down to her. When they stopped, Parker asked, “Shall I hold you down until you come all over her?”
“No, damn you! I want... I want you in me.” Rachel tensed and arched her back, and in one powerful move, almost dislodged him. It surprised Robin, but only for a moment. She was back at her pleasurable work almost at once. And what an amazing thing this was, this struggle above her! Robin breathed out hard and hot across Rachel’s cleft.
“Not that easy,” Chris said, moving again. There was a sharp movement, one that rocked the mattress, and a hissing sound that could have only come from Rachel. “Never that easy. Try again, and you’ll regret it. Why don’t you relax, and let this new toy suck her way to your heart?” He leaned down again, and when he moved back up, they were both gasping for breath. And when Rachel jerked suddenly, in what Robin imagined to be a struggle against Chris’ hold on her, the dark woman immediately yelped, and snarled, and Robin moaned in sympathetic pain. Whatever happened, it led to new wrestling, and new shifting
, and then a tangle of exchanged laughter, low and breathless.
I wish I knew what was going on! Robin thought desperately. But no instructions came, so back she want, lavishing more powerful affection into her task, taking the swollen pussy lips up into her mouth and sucking on them, washing them back and forth with long swipes of her tongue.
“Now what was it that you wanted?” Chris teased.
“Fuck me, goddammit, I want your cock!” Rachel relaxed suddenly, moaned as Robin began working steadily on her clit. “Do me. Come on, let me have it, Parker, I want to feel it all the way in me!”
“Then take it out.”
That, Robin heard clearly. Anxiety ran through her as positions shifted on the bed again. Would she be pulled up anytime soon to show Chris how she was at cocksucking? She felt a brushing across her face, a swirl of air as Chris moved. Under her hungry lips, Rachel clenched just a little, and then relaxed again, and even above the beating of her heart and the muffling of Rachel’s thighs and Chris’s body, Robin could hear the appreciative sigh that Rachel made.
“Oh yes,” Rachel murmured, “that’s it. That’s what I want. Ease back, dolly, mama’s got a new toy to play with.”
And with that, Rachel pulled away from Robin, leaving her kneeling at the foot of the bed, blind and bound. Robin moaned, slightly, keeping back the wail that threatened to explode from her. She trembled, and her pelvis shoved forward in a futile attempt to calm the driving need between her legs. Oh please, please, please! One word, no images, no hard desires, just that one thought, reverberated within her. She could not have asked for a specific favor if she were forced to, but her need for some kind of attention or direction was maddening. Robin cocked her head, leaning her forehead against the side of the bed, trying to listen for an invitation or command. She heard a tearing sound, and then jerked up in surprise as something light brushed her face, falling across the edge of the bed and landing on her chest. She shivered and pulled back, and as it fell, realized that it was an open―and empty―condom package.
She felt another wave of dizziness hit her. It’s perfect, she thought, tears beginning to dampen the blindfold. Oh, it’s so terrible, so perfect.
Above her, in front of her, the sounds of fucking became clear. The bed was firm, but the shifts in position and the rocking movements of the bodies caused the mattress to compress in places, and Robin felt each movement. The rhythm was established early, and as Rachel gasped and urged Chris on, Robin bit her lip. And clenched her fingers so hard that they burned.
“Oh yeah, Parker, do me, fuck me, slam that fucker in me!” Rachel’s voice was low in fierce joy, and she laughed as the shaking and the tempo increased. And when there was a long and sharp change in the positions on the bed, and Rachel’s voice now came from higher up, Robin knew that they had switched positions and Rachel was on top, riding Chris, thrusting her body down against him. Robin couldn’t help it anymore; the combination of her personal heat and the images of what was probably happening before her, her gentle bondage and the warm stinging of her pussy lips and nipples, it was all too much. She leaned against the bed and pushed her hips against the crumpled mass of bedspread that had been shoved off the edge by the energetic fucking. The first touch of the heavy fabric between her legs was electric; she gasped and humped forward again, trying to capture more of it. Above her, she could hear panting and smooth heavy breathing. She barely realized that she was the one panting.
Rachel moaned and urged Chris on with sounds like growls, until they built up and up in range and volume. Finally, she was not so much urging him but holding herself back, and the strain of that frustration drove her growls to grunts and then to hard, slamming exhalations. Beneath her, Chris breathed as he thrust upward, and clenched her body down to him, each time pulling her down, only to let her rise.
“Now, Parker, now!” Rachel demanded. Below her, a man complied with her wishes while down on the floor, a woman thrust her way pathetically against the fallen bedclothes. Rachel arched her back in an explosive erotic convulsion, taking her own breasts into her hands, screwing her body down onto and against the manly tool between her legs.
Chris pulled her down one more time with a sigh of his own, and then pushed her onto her side. Carefully, he eased out of her, letting her collapse back and stretch her limbs out.
“Oh you sweet fucker, oh I needed that,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. She coughed to clear her throat. “But you better stop the little dolly, she’s humping the linens.”
“Yes, I know. You relax. I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Good. I hoped you weren’t. G’night, dolly!”
Robin had frozen the moment she realized that the activity on the bed had stopped. Her heart sank as she heard Rachel so casually report on her forbidden activity, and she trembled again as Chris moved off the bed and took an agonizingly long time to get around to coming to her.
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry,” she whimpered as he dragged her across the hall and into the other bedroom, half on her knees, half struggling to get her feet under her. When he unfastened the cuffs but didn’t remove them, she panicked and pulled away from him for just a second. He ignored her and pushed her down onto the bed.
In a minute, her wrists were securely locked to the sides of the bed, making it impossible for her to do anything but lie on her back. He took the blindfold off, and she blinked. He was still dressed, the T-shirt no longer tucked in. His hair was slightly rumpled. You would never know he had just come from such passionate sex.
“Please, sir, please, I’m so sorry, don’t leave me like this all night!” she managed to get out, desperate in her fear of his anger and her own self-recriminations.
“It’s very uncomfortable to sleep in a gag,” Chris said, laying a finger across her mouth. “So shut up.”
And he left her there, closing the door behind him.
It took an inhumanly long time to fall asleep. She had rarely been left alone and in bondage; she could remember each time with a sharp clarity that made it impossible to relax.
Chapter Seven
Robin’s Story: Maria’s Girl
Robin stretched her limbs out to the fullest she could reach, and lessened the tension on the ropes that held her wrists down. As she arched her back for a moment, she sighed in pleasure. It always felt good to stretch every once in a while, even if it lessened the illusion just a little bit. She knew that if she moved just slightly more, one of the ropes might slip from the hook and accidentally free her. It had happened before, and although she had been punished delightfully for her transgression, the feeling of being able to slip your bonds that easily really ruined the feeling of the scene. And it kept sliding back to annoy her, like a gnat, an insistent little buzzing reminder that it was really just another game.
She couldn’t know what time it was, but she could feel the warmth of the sunlight on her belly. It might be her imagination, but that warm spot seemed higher then it was before. Again, she could easily rub her head alongside the pillow until the blindfold shifted a little and she could peek under it, but that would ruin things too.
Damn, she thought, wiggling her toes. It takes as much effort from me to continue this as it does from the top! Whoever said that slaves just lay back and take it and get all the pleasure was full of shit.
But then, what kind of source am I talking about? Desperate men who would just love to have a girl named Bambi wait on them like a late model June Cleaver. A woman who looked like she walked off the cover of the swimsuit issue, or at least from some porn rag, dressed like a Frederick’s of Hollywood window display, who could suck a golf ball through the proverbial garden hose, and lusted mightily for their masculine essences. And would bring them a cold one in a long-necked bottle afterwards, of course.
She tried to control the little giggle that escaped her lips. How many times had she sat on the phone with the other women who called that old trusty phone sex line and complained about the lack of suitable play partners? Their
complaints about the men they talked to and met could fill volumes, as long as you didn’t mind the eternal repetitions. Thank goodness for the courtesy line; if she hadn’t gotten it, she would have spent a small fortune for all the hours she utilized. And all the numbers she had in her little phone book! Dozens of them, men and women, with notes under each listing, describing the kinds of scenes each one liked.
As she predicted, it helped to get her through some nights but didn’t do much for her sex life on the whole. And the more she spoke to some of the regulars, the more familiar she became with the “scene”―the SM world outside fantasy and pornography. And the more she spoke to people who actually did these things with each other, the inevitable moment came closer. She would have to get out and meet someone.
A finger came out of nowhere and lightly stroked one nipple, and Robin gasped in shock and pleasure.
“Are you OK, slave?” a warm and sultry voice asked.
Robin sighed and pushed her body up to meet the hand. “Yes, mistress,” she sighed.
But Maria would check anyway, brushing a cool hand over Robin’s palms and feet, making sure they weren’t lacking for oxygen. Robin suppressed a sigh of exasperation, and immediately felt guilty for feeling that way.
But how should I feel? she asked herself furiously. I told her I was fine. I’d tell her if I was getting cramped or something. But she still has to check; it’s like she doesn’t trust me to be honest with her.
Or, an even less charitable thought intruded, because the rules say she should check anyway.
Rules. Even as the world of phone and computer sex (and dominance) were full of their own rules, so was the new world of doing-it-for-real. And some of these new rules (OK, most of them, Robin admitted) were just as silly as the ones she had learned and followed before. Safe words, for example. Magic words that, when said by the bottom, stopped a scene so that some kind of inconvenient or dangerous activity could be halted. Robin had nothing against the concept. In fact, she heartily approved, and tended to like other people who used them. But you could go too far with them. One safe word for “slow down.” Another for “don’t use this emotional pain on me.” Another for “I’m uncomfortable, my bondage/posture/whatever needs to be changed.” And then the one for “stop.”
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