The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

  My breathing began to grow faster and harder, partially from the excitement and partially from the physical strain as well. I didn’t know what else she could do, what else she had planned. She stepped away from me for a second, just to watch me struggle in my predicament. I couldn’t see her, not even her reflection in the glass, but I knew that she was still there, watching. After a few moments of my struggle, holding myself for a moment with my toes before losing my balance and swinging forward or backward a few inches and catching myself again, she came to me and steadied me with her hand. She ran her hands over my exposed ass, down my quivering thighs, and to calves that were tightly flexed.

  She began spanking my ass, slapping gently with her hands, side to side, growing harder and harder with each blow. I moaned from the sensation of her slapping hands, thinking I could endure it forever with no problem. But she kept going and it seemed as if she would never stop; the spanking got more painful, my ass burning as time went on, my left leg growing weaker and weaker as I tried to keep my balance and hold myself there. I began whimpering and wiggling under her hand. After what seemed like forever, she stopped, and I am sure that by this time, my ass was quite a dark pink for her.

  She went to the metal rack holding her various tools of delicious torture, and she chose a large paddle in the shape of a coffin, one side covered in purple suede and the other side in black patent leather with the shape of a cross emblazoned in round metal studs. With care she rubbed the soft cool suede leather on my burning red ass, comforting my cheeks immensely, before pulling back and smacking them with the soft suede, showing me that it doesn’t have to feel good.

  She worked long and hard with that paddle, working my ass over, spanking me hard with the suede side, the caressing sweetly for a few moments. She turned it over and caressed my ass with the studded patent side as well, and it took me by surprise, the coldness of it and its studs, I deeply drew in a breath and pressed my ass out toward her further, causing me to lose my already unsteady balance. I swayed, but she caught me, then smacked my ass with that vicious black studded side as well, softly and gently at first, but gaining in intensity as she had proven herself so good at doing. Then she played for a while switching sides of the paddle and switching sides of my ass as well, until I was moaning and crying out, my ass ablaze with her dark red markings.

  Returning the paddle to its place on the rack, she picked up a new coil of rope and unwrapped it. With this unused piece of rope draped over her shoulder, she took a hold of my ankle and pulled it up, folding my leg back at the knee and pressing my heel snugly against my ass. She began to wrap my leg in this position, moving so quickly and easily that before I realized what had happened she had finished wrapping that leg, and had pulled the rope over a step and tied it as she had the ropes before it. I was now precariously dangling in the air with one leg still desperately reaching for the ground. The quickly darkening windows reflected a sea of coiled ropes around my body, reaching this way and that, holding and supporting my various body parts. Without sparing another thought, she grabbed another rope, reached for my left leg and lifted it into the same position as the other and began wrapping and tying it the same way.

  Now fully suspended in ropes, my body no longer under my own control and completely helpless, she let go of the ropes holding me and I swung forward towards the glass, rushing at my own reflection. As I swung back to her, she grabbed my hips and stopped me from flying forward again, letting me know that she was in full control. I could feel the ropes as they caressed me all over my body, but these were not typical caresses. The caress of rope is different, especially when the rope in question holds my full body weight in the air, feet above the ground. Rope holds the body tightly, forcefully, like a strong and determined passionate lover, and the rope is not afraid to bite into tender skin.

  I felt every particle of my body; each and every nerve was singing with sensation. My heart was pounding and I could feel the blood as it flowed through every artery and every vein. My breath was quick and ragged, and my chest burned every time I inhaled, constricted by the secure grip of the ropes. The way my legs were tied my thighs were forced apart, rendering me utterly unable to hide my pussy, which was now undoubtedly drenched. Even trying to close my thighs an inch made me swing madly from side to side. I knew that she was enjoying the sight of me like this, thinking about how I always liked to be so in control of everything; control was now nothing but a vague concept to me, a fleeting idea that had no reality in my world any more. The only things that were real to me now were my body, the ropes, and her.

  As I hung there swinging through the air, I felt her hands fall away from my body and the ropes holding me. I heard a familiar click, the lube being opened, but I could not see what was receiving the lube, if it were a toy or her fingers. She had yet to touch my pussy, and being ignored had so far succeeded in making my pussy extremely wet. But it wasn’t my pussy she had in mind. I felt a gentle pressure around my asshole, and it opened up easily with the assistance of the lube, allowing in a small yet wicked butt plug. Every last nerve in my ass burned with delight, craving to be fucked, but she stopped after inserting the butt plug. She simply allowed it to remain there, holding my tight hole open, giving me the feeling of being fucked motionlessly. She disappeared from my sight again and I soon lost all sense of where she had gone. Muscles all over my body were still straining, quickly becoming exhausted as they struggled to regain the slightest illusion of control. I closed my eyes as I swung, letting my mind drift through this space, feeling the wonderful sensations from my ass and breathing deeply through the exquisite pain that throbbed in my tiring muscles.

  I opened my eyes abruptly as a hand, her hand, roughly grasped the hair on the back of my head and forced my head down until my parted lips met a hard spear of purple silicone. She had slipped on her strap-on, what she called her butchcock, as she had stood in the shadows watching my body writhe and swing in the prison of ropes she had made for me. It fit her well as it always did; the five-inch cock just right for a dyke of her size, barely 5 feet 3 inches and a muscular physique. I loved the way the black straps wrapped around her body, offset beautifully by her milky white skin. The thought that beneath that cock was a throbbing clit made my pussy drip with desire.

  My mouth opened fully to take her butchcock in. She kept her hand on the back of my head, guiding my swinging body to meet hers. Her butchcock hit the back of my throat time and time again, a good two inches still outside my lips. She thrust her hips forward and shoved my mouth farther down the shaft of her butchcock, making me gag as my throat opened up to allow the full length. Her free hand fumbled to grab the stairs above my head in an attempt to hold her body steady as she fucked my mouth harder, becoming more and more aroused as she did. Her eyes were open, watching and enjoying every tiny detail of her oral assault on me. Every time her butchcock would hit the back of my throat, she would force herself past, ignoring the sounds of my gag reflex and the hot tears that had begun to stream freely down my face. Letting go of the step, she grabbed my head with both hands, and thrust deeply into my throat. I could tell that she had come in my mouth by the way her body was convulsing and by the fact that she had allowed a long low moan to escape her lips.

  Her body gleamed with sweat and she began to back away, pulling her butchcock almost all the way out of my drooling mouth, but I caught it with my lips and began licking and sucking again with fervour. I looked up at her, my cheeks hot and wet and my eyes still swimming with tears, with a ravished look that showed her just how much I had enjoyed what she had just done to me. I let her butchcock bob out of my mouth and straining to get my lips close to the base, close to the leather that barely hid her female sex underneath the purple cock, I licked shamelessly up the quivering shaft and kissed the gleaming purple head.

  With this, she pulled away from my mouth; a thin string of saliva still connected us for a moment, and then broke, swinging back to dangle from my open lips. She caressed my body as she walked behind m
e, trailing her fingers lightly over my sweaty, flushed skin. She stood directly behind me, facing my deviously tied and parted thighs, her butchcock still sparkling with wetness from my mouth. I dropped my head, trying to see what was coming next. I could see my tightly wrapped body, the blue ropes of the chest harness and the white ropes everywhere else. There was a long, unbroken ribbon of come dripping down from my cunt into a small puddle already formed on the floor below.

  She stepped in between my helplessly tied legs and drove her butchcock into my waiting, wanting pussy, and as she did I felt the butt plug in my ass even more than before. I felt totally and completely full, as well as totally and completely helpless. Flying through the air, I was vulnerable to so much. She fucked me like this for quite a long time; occasionally I tried to fight against the ropes that bound me and thrust my body against hers, but to no avail. I was being fucked and in control of nothing, so I gave up and simply went limp in the ropes, which she grabbed, pulling me hard onto her butchcock, using my swinging body for her benefit. I moaned and cried out, loving the way my body was being used for her pleasure, and she relentlessly fucked my cunt until she was on the very verge of orgasm again.

  She withdrew her butchcock from my pussy, which was still dripping long strands of come into the growing puddle on the floor. For a moment I was sad, wishing she had kept fucking me until I came, and missing the fullness in my cunt. When she pulled her butchcock out of my pussy I was already on the edge of such orgasmic bliss, I had no thoughts of what could possibly come next. She took my chin in her hand, turned my head, and pushed her butchcock deep into my mouth again, this time deliciously covered in my own come. It was such a hot, sexy, degrading, and submissive violation, it made me come a bit; I could feel the hot come dripping out of me, like liquid fire. She thrust deep into my mouth, parting my lips farther, making sure I took every last centimetre, and making me choke as her come-soaked butchcock hit the back of my throat. I could taste myself on her. My eyes were wet with tears again, and they overflowed, staining my pink cheeks with little salty trails that dripped from my chin.

  She pulled her butchcock out of my defiled mouth again and quickly walked back behind me, to my already spread, already fucked cunt. Ignoring my throbbing and dripping cunt, she pulled on the butt plug gently and began thrusting it back and forth, fucking my asshole with it. Slowly, she pulled it out of me, and for a moment I was completely empty. Then I felt her press her come- and saliva-drenched butchcock against my now very wet asshole. Despite already having been stretched open around the butt plug, my tight asshole didn’t want to spread open for this large and imposing butchcock at first, but she pressed on, harder, and finally my ass opened up for her, taking in all of her butchcock. She just stayed there for a moment, deep inside of my ass, completely motionless. Then she began rocking, holding the ropes above my limp, hanging body for support while driving inside me, from deep inside my ass to the very brink of pulling out completely, over and over. I know I cried out for her many times, screaming and moaning, pleasure and pain interpreted by my body as one in the same. It felt amazing!

  She pulled back on my chest harness, swinging my body towards her, and bounced against my ass. All this time I was still held securely in the ropes, drenching them with sweat, though their tight caress remained unchanged. I lost track of everything, I don’t know how long she fucked me like this; I could see nothing, yet I could feel everything. The air rushed against my face as I swung back and forth through the air being impaled time and time again on her butchcock. I felt the orgasm growing inside me like a wildfire! I arched my back and raised my head up as far as possible, she reached forward and grabbed my chest harness, holding me up and back within my ropes, as she rocked with me, knowing that I was coming, and coming with me, inside of my tight ass!

  Delicately, she removed herself from my ass, and came around to face me. She dropped to her knees and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me as if it had been the one thing on her mind she had yet to do. Her lips tasted of salt from her sweat, or maybe it was from my tears. She indulged in one long, lingering kiss before she stood and walked to my right side, and taking hold of my leg, still tightly wrapped holding my heel to my ass, she began the process of letting me down. She untied the ropes that held this leg in the air, and then began unwrapping it, removing coil after coil from my leg, revealing deeply imprinted rope marks. She helped me straighten my leg, and gingerly lower it to meet the ground. She did the same thing for the left leg, unwrapping it and helping me lower and finally place weight upon it. She removed the rope around my waist, and untied the rope attached to the chest harness, finally freeing me to stand fully.

  I stood there, naked except for the blue chest harness, my body quivering from head to toe, partially from my strained muscles and also because I was cold now that I had been released from the majority of the ropes, thought it wasn’t particularly cool in the room. She held me tightly and kissed me again. Locked in this embrace, we sank to the floor together. I could tell that she had anticipated us not making it out of this room after a full body flight like such as this one, by the way she had laid out a very large, soft pad over most of the floor, including underneath the spiral staircase where I had been suspended. She loosened the straps that held her butchcock so tightly against her, and slid it off smoothly, then reached behind me and freed my wrists. Slowly, she removed the chest harness that had held me so carefully for so long. She was very tender as she lifted the ropes from my skin, placing soft kisses upon the rope marks deeply etched all around my breasts, and tracing them with her fingertips which made delectable shivers run down my spine.

  We kissed passionately and lay back upon the soft padding, and we began to make love to each other and our up-until-now ignored clits! Our clits were so engorged with blood I could feel the blood as it pounded; her clit throbbed under my finger, and I could feel my own clit throbbing under hers. I kept my lips parted for her, so that she could look at me, my open mouth, and easily see my total submission, my hunger to please her. She put her hand over my open mouth, and covered my nose as well, controlling my access to air. My eyes sprang open wide with excitement and immediately I thought I would come. But not quite, not right then; she didn’t allow me another orgasm quite so soon. She removed her hand and I breathed in, gratefully filling my lungs with air.

  Each of us focused on nothing other than the wonderful pleasure centres located between our legs, and together we drove each other almost to the point of orgasm countless times, with her always firmly telling me “No!” Finally, I knew I had her and her clit at the point of no return, and I breathlessly asked her, “Can I come with you?” and she moaned, a yes. And again, she covered my nose and mouth, and fucked me hard until I came again, screaming into her left hand, and gushing hot come into her right. She came with me, rocking her hot, sweaty body against me, until we just lay there shaking and moaning.

  We lay together; holding each other in silence for what seemed like hours, almost drifting to sleep, enjoying the afterglow of a high that can be matched by nothing else in this world.

  Eventually she sat up and stroked my hair, and said to me, “You looked beautiful tonight as you flew, and you made me very proud as you took everything I gave you without protest. Thank you for trusting me. Now . . . Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  I smiled sleepily up at her, already thinking of my body sinking under the warm bubble-filled water, and whispered, “I love you.”

  If the Shoe Fits

  Susan Wallace

  Jayne wandered into the shoe shop as nonchalantly as she could. Her hands were buried deep in the pockets of her black trousers and she was wearing a long, grey raincoat. This was the third visit she’d made during the past week and today she intended to speak to Sarah, the manager, who had a bob of deep ginger hair and eyes the colour of orange marmalade, the kind of colour only women with ginger hair can possess. Then she’d have to go to the shopping centre’s lost property to see if her handbag had been handed in.
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  She spied Sarah immediately, her attentive face turned to an elderly woman as they discussed suitable winter footwear. The smell of leather filled her nose and she took a deep breath of the familiar scent, her spine tingling a little.

  Jayne walked casually over to the high-heeled shoes on the right of the small shop, the sunlight streaming in through the window beside her. She absentmindedly picked up a black, strappy shoe and looked at it, turning slightly so she could glance at Sarah as she bent down, the old woman now seated, her stockinged feet waiting for the attentions of the manager.

  Jayne’s gaze briefly lingered on Sarah’s backside, black trousers tight around her cheeks and no visible panty line. She imagined them bare, the thin, black line of a thong disappearing seductively between her pale, rounded buttocks. The fingers of her right hand pushed deeper into the trouser pocket and she rubbed at the top of her vulva gently beneath the concealment of her coat. The hairs on the nape of her neck rising, she felt weakness in her knees as she imagined stroking and kissing Sarah’s rounded buttocks with a tenderness wrought of sweet anticipation.

  “Can I help you?” came a gentle female voice, making Jayne jump.

  Slightly flustered, she turned to the young shop assistant whose face was thick with powder which accentuated rather than hid her mild case of acne. “Just looking,” she replied with a forced smile, her hand stilled beneath the long coat, the crotch of her knickers damp and sticking to her hidden lips.

  The assistant turned to go and answer the phone which had just started ringing beside the pale counter to the rear. Jayne glanced over at Sarah and felt more heat rising between her legs as the object of her desire crouched before the old woman in a servile position, one which she’d imagined her taking on numerous occasions.