Loading...My Name is Karen. I’m going to relate to you the events that occurred during my summer vacation in 1997. I was 20 years old at the time. I had an experience with a woman who frightened me and it affected the rest of my life. Even now I can’t decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing, all I can do is relate to you the story of how I had lesbian sex for the first time in my life.
Julia’s pleasures was the name of a porn shop in the town across the river from my town. My town didn’t have a porn shop or tattoo parlors or a lot of the sort of thing you could find across the river in Westgate. My friends and I did the bulk of our parting in Westgate bars but we never went home with Westgate guys, who were very lowbrow.
You could say that my friends and I, young twenty-something chicks from the suburbs would go to Westgate to be naughty and do the sorts of things young women living at home still do without their parents knowledge. There was this tangible awareness that you were misbehaving when you were out in Westgate, and when you returned to your town you went back to normal and behaved like your parents and neighbors expected you to. It was fun. Unfortunately I allowed my pursuit of the naughty pleasures of Westgate to get a bit out of hand late one July afternoon.
My best friend Pam and I were shopping on Loganberry street when we saw a store called Julia’s Pleasures across from the pharmacy where were buying make-up. I later learned that Pam had actually not been shopping, she had been shoplifting! She told me when we got out on the sidewalk and walked a few steps away from the pharmacy. You could see she was still experiencing the rush that shoplifters get after they successfully exit the store with their stolen merchandise. It was infectious and I found myself wishing that I had stolen something too. Well, as fate would have it, Julia’s Pleasures, apparently the only porn shop in our part of the world, was directly in our path. We entered the store feeling equal parts naughty daring and fear. Fear that someone we knew from back home would see us in there, or worse yet: see us coming out with maybe a brown paper bag.
The merchandise of the store overwhelmed us: there were two whole tables whose tops were completely covered in upright battery operated dildos of ever size and color. The walls were lined with bookshelves with books that were exclusively about sex. Sex of every description. Some had pictures, some had just text. They had dirty movies on video and they had a big section in the back of the store for leather clothing and stuff. Harnesses, belts, whips and naturally a lot of handcuffs and stuff like that. Pam and I were laughing and having a grand time. And I’m sure to this day I knew Pam was going to try to steal something. Come to think of it, I wanted to steal a dildo myself.
I always wanted a dildo but I was too nervous to go to a store and buy one. Here I was in a sex shop with nobody around and I was STILL too nervous to buy one, to just select that pink one with the speed control on the base and just march up to that sever yet pretty woman at the counter and plunk down my $35. I didn’t have $35 anyway, even if I had the courage to use it.
And here I was one week later on a Tuesday when I should have been at work, alone in my parent’s house preparing to shave my vagina. Julia had told me if I wanted to keep my name out of the papers and not have my parents have to read about my dildo shoplifting in next weeks Police Blotter in the supermarket paper, I had to go and shave my vagina and return to her shop minutes before closing, one week later. So I had had a full week to think over what I was going to do. Julia had confronted Pam and I both at the door to the shop. She told us she saw us take the vibrators on the closed circuit TV monitor she had behind the counter, the whole thing was on Tape. She had given each of us a hard look and then she told me to wait out on the shop floor while she took Pam into the back room. She and Pam were back there for a while and when they came back out again, Julia looked really angry and Pam was crying. She kept her eyes down and didn’t look at me. But Julia was sure looking at me.
I was about to die of fright when Julia took me roughly by the elbow and steered me into the back room. She took me down a dark hall and made me sit on a stool under a naked light bulb in a storage room full of cardboard boxes and a dirty work table.
“What’s your name my little shoplifter”? She demanded. “Karen Kowalski” I said.
She took poloroid photos of my face and told me, as she was snapping pictures, about the police report she was going to fill out, the letters she would write to our parents and the difficulty of running a small business and trying to turn a profit in this town. When she was done with her spiel, she turned to me, walked directly over to me and grabbed my left breast with her hand. Staring me in the face she began to pinch my nipple through my shirt really hard.
The Expression on her face was difficult to understand and the pain she was causing my nipple was becoming secondary to a growing awareness that this was turning me on in a very weird way. Grabbing a breast in each hand and squeezing and kneading the nipples, she told me what I had to do to avoid the fate of the police report and the parents and everything else.
She was leaning right up against me telling me “you will return in one weeks time Karen and you will do everything I say for exactly one hour. Shave off all the hair on your pussy before you come here or the deal is off”.
With that she marched me back into the sales floor and she unlocked the front door and let Pam and me go!
So there I was in my parents house with a razor and a can of shaving cream. I hadn’t heard from Pam since we spoke, tearfully, on the bus ride back to our town. I never asked Pam what had happened to her when Julia took her into the back room. She and Julia were only in there about as long as I had been back there alone with Julia. I wonder if Julia had given Pam instructions about her pubic hair? I decided to call her.
I actually didn’t even have pams number, I had to get it from a mutual friend, Enid. When I got Pam on the phone, it was weird; we hadn’t really spoken yet about what had happened to us across the river. I was reluctant to come out and ask her what she was doing alone with that woman. And now that I think back on it, isn’t it odd that Pam didn’t ask me what my experience was like when I was alone with Julia late that July afternoon?
It was a fruitless phone conversation, but I had to ask myself: what had I hoped to accomplish by talking with Pam about my instructions from Julia? I was already shaving my vagina, so obviously I was already mentally prepared to go back there to that lady and submit myself to…..what? What was going to happen to me, I asked myself, and then I answered myself: “she’s a fucking lesbian and she wants to see your pussy when it’s naked”.
Once she had me in that back room there wasn’t going to be any innocent activity taking place and whatever it was I was going to have to will myself to allow it to happen to me. It was just going to be one hour out of a day that had twenty-four.
I admitted to myself it would be some sort of lesbian molestation, but how far would it go? The shocking thing was that I was so sanguine about it. No, Sanguine is not the word. I was, to be honest, almost looking forward to it in a way I could not have described to you back then. I was young then, as I said, and immature for my age too. Part of me really wanted to know just exactly what she was going to do to me. In the bathtub I thought these thoughts and I had my hand sliding all over and around my now naked and slippery vagina and the feeling was wonderful. I wondered why I never tried it before. Having a smooth vagina was not as common back then as it is today and having one made me feel like I was already taking part in some deviant sex game. Which I was, actually.
The smoothness of my skin along with the wet soap made my hands caresses feel like silk and I was masturbating before I was even really aware of it. And about halfway into my masturbation, I began to wonder what Julia’s hand was going to feel like when SHE began to touch me there. She had made it a part of our bargain that I shave my vagina, so wouldn’t she have a use in mind for a shaved vagina? Or did she make me do it just to humiliate me? Was she so sophisticated that she knew I would be experiencing her control over me even when I was in the safety of my parent’s house if she gave me a degrading task to perform when she was not around? But I didn’t feel degraded really. I felt like I was a willful accomplice and I was starting to really want to know what was going to happen when I went back to Julia’s Pleasures in Westport.
It was the first time I came while imagining a woman was getting me off. Afterwards, I felt dirty and my vagina itched.
I took the bus to Westport after school that day, nearly alone on the bus and excruciatingly aware of how naked I was under my clothing. I kept looking around at the others on the bus wondering if they could somehow notice.
The street the porn shop was on was nearly deserted. I went in at the appointed hour just before closing. I was not going to try to think too far ahead about what I thought was going to happen to me in there. I didn’t want to speculate and I was nearly successful at avoiding thinking about the subject while I was riding the bus.
When I walked into the shop, Julia was standing in the middle of the sales floor with a ring of keys in her hand, a pair of dark sunglasses hiding her eyes. She walked right past me without saying anything and locked the door behind me and pulled down the shade over the glass door. She walked mater of factly to the back of the shop and gestured with a nod of her head to the backroom door. As I passed her she flipped off the three light switches on the switch plate with one sweeping motion of her hand and the store went dark.
The corridor to the back room was lit and I walked to the open doorway at the end, Julia came in right behind me and took me by the arm and led me over to the stool and the workbench I had seen on my last ominous visit. The two of us were dressed alike in jeans and blouses.
Julia said to me ” get that shirt off and sit on that bench”.
I knew that from now on I was going to have to do whatever she told me to do, this was only the beginning. With hands that shook very slightly I unbuttoned my blouse and put it on the cluttered workbench.
There was only the sound of the air conditioner whining as Julia took a pair of handcuffs off the bench and held them up to my face and said
” you know I will send you to the police if you don’t play along with me here in the back room. The police will use handcuffs just like these, but I use mine a little differently than they use theirs.”
With that she ratcheted the cuffs onto my wrists and I just sat there on the bench looking at her, my heart racing. She said
“this is your last chance if you would rather go the police way. But if you stay here I wont really hurt you and like I said, you can go home in an hour. But for that entire hour you are mine and I will do whatever I want with you, do you understand?”
What could I do? Besides, how ever bad things might get, and hour was just sixty minutes. I could stand sixty minutes of……of what? What was I in for?
“Remember” she said “I am going to make you do things and you are going to do them without complaining. Are you ready to have me do things to you…. do things to your body”? She asked as she raised her sunglasses briefly to look me directly in the eye.
I didn’t say anything to Julia and I don’t think Julia had expected me to say anything. She took my wrists, bound in the handcuffs and raised them above my head. I hadn’t noticed it but there was a rope leading down from a pulley on the ceiling and on the end of the rope was one of those mountain climber clippy things. Julia clipped the ropes end to my cuffs and, puling on the end of the rope next to the side of the sturdy looking wooden bench, she pulled my arms up straight above my head. The rope was so tight I had to stand up off the bench, which is apparently what Julia wanted and she made off the rope to some fixture on the side of the bench. She moved the stool away and there I was, practically dangling. Julia moved right in and took off my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I was excruciatingly aware of my vagina under my white cotton panties and my breasts under my bra, the only things I had on other than my socks.
“Do you like to masturbate Karen”? Julia asked.
I was surprised and didn’t know what to say.
“You stole a vibrating dildo from me, I’m asking you do you like to masturbate”?
I said yes, in a small voice.
“Were you planning on masturbating with my dildo, you little slut”?
Again I really couldn’t think what would be appropriate to say, so I started to mumble something but even I didn’t know what I was trying to say, I was just totally flustered and intimidated. I never talked about masturbating with ANYONE. I was sure everybody did it but I was also sure nobody would ever actually talk about it. But Julia wanted me to talk about it. She asked me if I had masturbated myself after I shaved my vagina.
I remembered the novelty of my smooth hairless vagina and the slick frictionless sensation of running my hand over my bare skin. I nodded yes. Julia moved up along side of me, so close her arm grazed my side. Softly and quietly she spoke directly into my ear, her mouth less than an inch away:
” I know you masturbated when you shaved, because I can tell what a slut you are. I knew it when you stole the dildo. I knew that when you felt how good it feels to be in a warm soapy tub with a slick clean vagina, you wouldn’t be able to resist.”
Julia was smiling triumphantly as she began to pull my panties down,
“lets see,” she said.
It was a sensation like stepping into a cold swimming pool, the way I felt my vagina exposed to this woman. She didn’t dwell on it too much but she was clearly enjoying it. She took my chin in her hand, not roughly but she held it firm and she pulled my head up to look her in the eye.
” Look at you now little slut: your in my hands. You shaved your pussy like I told you too and now I have you tied up and at my mercy. I’m going to do whatever I want to do to you for one hour, are you ready for it”?
I couldn’t say anything. I was really frightened now. With her other hand she began to kneed my breast again, just like she did last time.
” I saw that look on your face the last time I manhandled your tits- you were scared but you were a little bit turned on too weren’t you my little hussy”? She was looking me right in the eye as she pinched and massaged my breast with her free hand, still holding my chin with the other. Using that hand she actually nodded my head for me, up and down, up and down.
She reached over to the workbench and hit the button on the top of a clock that had two clock faces on it. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was a specialty clock for the use of chess players and the two clocks were so that the two chess players could record the interval between moves. The clock was set to 12:00 and as soon as she hit it the second hand started to move on the left clock face.
I noticed that the other clock face showed 1:45 and the second hand on that one had been moving the whole time.
“You shaved your pussy, then you masturbated. You were getting off on it when I was roughing up your nipples last week; you stole a dildo so you could masturbate yourself. Now your getting wet while I have you tied up and naked and at my mercy. I know you aren’t a lesbian but you my dear are a creature driven by sex. Do you love sex”?
I was still just looking at her in fear and even though I wished I could think of something to say, I couldn’t put it into words even if I knew what it was.
“Well, I love sex and I love pleasure. You are here tonight to give me pleasure and I mean to have it.”
With that she released my chin and pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it on the workbench. She had great tits, I had to admit. her bra was plain but it didn’t have to be fancy since the shape of her bosom did everything a fancy bra would have done. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell away and reveled a pair of white breasts with pink nipples. The tan lines were very sharp and distinct and I caught myself imagining the bikini top she must have favored on the hot sunny beaches. Right away those tits were right in my face, her hand was at the back of my neck and she was pulling my face to her breast.
The nipple came right to my mouth and I opened up and let it in. With my eyes closed I drew the nipple into my mouth and put my tongue on it, I knew that was what was required of me. I had never had a breast in my face before and the nipple felt really good to me. I lapped at it with my tongue.
“That’s right, you’re my little slut and you are going to suck my tits now. I want to look at you while you suck my tits you little whore”.
She put her hand in my hair again and turned my face up a bit, I opened my eyes and looked into her face, She was smiling down at me with a look of triumph as she pulled my ass against her body.
“Suck my tits you shoplifting slut”
And I did. Her nipple got hard in my mouth, I could feel it get firm and expand a little bit. I took it as a cue to nibble on it a bit and I caught her eye as I did it.
The language she was using was a shock. I never thaught of myself as a whore, a slut or a hussy but she kept using those terms. And there I was with her tit in my mouth, sucking on the nipple like… like a little slut would I guess. I decided that to get through this hour I would BE her little slut. I would pretend to go along with her and I had an idea that I could handle it, if I just kept on pretending that I was a slut. How bad could that be? The tit sucking, shockingly abhorrent to me just a moment ago was now getting me hot. Her words were getting me hot too. Things were moving along pretty quickly for me. She was fiddling with my bra with her free hand and with the other she was reaching to the bench.
I heard a click and a buzzing noise and I saw her holding a pink dildo just like the one I was trying to steal. “Recognize this you little slut”? She asked and fed it down over her breast and into my mouth.
I took the vibrating dildo into my mouth and it chattered against my teeth as she made me suck on it, pushing it in and out a couple of times.
“Here take this” she said and put the sex toy into my hands cuffed above my head.
The dildo felt violently alive, warm and wet.
“Don’t drop it or I wont use it on you” she said.
She started playing with my tits then using both her hands. With my arms extended almost painfully above my head, my breasts were essentially defenseless and she went right to work on them twisting them back and forth.
“Look how hard your little nipples are you little slut” she said as she began to pinch them, which only made it worse.
I was embarrassed by the effect she was having on me. The hot dildo was difficult to hold onto as I had my wrists crossed at an odd angle. Then I felt her tongue on my nipples and I almost dropped the dildo. It was like someone turned on the lights for the first time for me and I could see, only instead of my eyes it was my nipples that were experiencing the light. Her tongue went up and down and back and forth over my hard nipples and I was gasping. And in gasping, I realized I had been gasping for some time.
I didn’t want her to stop now and she showed no sign of stopping as she mauled my breasts, licking one nipple then the other. Then pulling them both together and licking them both at the same time. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be in her hands, to be so shockingly and completely manipulated by this older woman, a lesbian who had just made me suck her tits. I had just resolved to be this lesbians little slut and I had no idea what I would be facing but for now, for this first part? I was as horney as I had ever been and even though I was frightened by what was happening, and even though I suspected I would be very ashamed of myself the next day, and maybe for the rest of my life? I was loving this. I was loving being her little slut! I had never sucked a tit before and I was lost in a world of confusion but in that world there was an amazing upwelling of sexual excitement. The excitement was founded in a large part on my never having done anything like this before, this was totally shockingly new and it was wild!
Julia stopped and pulled back to look at me again. “Look at how quickly you just collapsed and let me do these things to you.”
She pushed the stool close along my side and told me to lift my foot out of my tangled jeans and put my foot on it. I had to struggle a little bit to free my ankle from my little half shoes and the cuff of my pants, but I got my foot out and put it up on one of the rungs of the stool, as high as it would go. Julia moved right in and grabbed my now exposed thigh on my upraised leg and, like she did with every part of my body that she touched, began to kneed it hard with her strong hand. Her face was close to mine and I wanted to avoid her stare but I kept looking back into her face and she kept on kneading the tender flesh of my thigh.
Her left hand began to play with my breast again but it was softer now and she slowly slipped her palm and her fingers up under and around my breast, gently tweaking the nipple with her thumb and finger, bobbling my breast and pushing it gently from side to side.
Gently Julia said, “You know I’m a lesbian Karen, and I know you are straight. But I can see you are getting off on having this lesbian dominate you, aren’t you”?
She took off the dark sunglasses and looked meaningfully at me and I had to acknowledge her.
“Yes I like this, I like what you’re doing to me”.
She said “You know, when I put the dildo into your hand I said don’t drop it or I won’t use it on you. You could have let it slip, couldn’t you have”?
I nodded my head and kept looking into her eyes as her hand moved onto my vagina, cupping my entire pelvis from the bottom, my wet juices plainly slicking and lubricating every part of her hand that contacted my skin. My vagina could distinctly feel the palm of her hand as she slid it up and down across my slit. Inadvertently I rose onto my toes, one part of my mind still fighting the contact with her hand, even though I couldn’t wait for her to start to work me over in earnest.
“You know, I think you are enjoying this a bit too much Karen.” She turned to the workbench and adjusted the rope that held me by the handcuffs, and pulling on it and re-fastening it she made me stand up straighter, then straighter still, until the cuffs began to bite into the skin of my wrists.
Looking back down at her I saw she had some sort of silver metal widget with a wheel on it she was adjusting. She put it over my nipple and I felt the cold metal.
“Ohh!” I said “What the hell is that?”
I heard a metallic ratcheting sound and the thing clamped down on my nipple and began to bite! As Julia spun the little wheel, the clamp pressed tighter and tighter. Pain, real pain! This thing really hurt and I was NOT enjoying this. Julia had the other one in her hand and addressed me as she put it on my other nipple. “This little visit your paying me isn’t all about you feeling good, it’s also about me getting some payback. Do you know what I did to your little slut girlfriend? You know I had her over earlier this week and I had her right here, right where I have you. I stuck a dildo in her ass and I fucked her with my strapon. Would you like that?”
Jeez. Things were getting weird now. Julia turned on the television on the workbench and hit the play button on the V.C.R. On the screen I could only see static. The blue T.V. light played over Julia’s naked tits and the pain radiating through my nipples and from my wrists fought with my attention for a good look at Julia’s face as she picked up the dildo again and in her other hand a plastic bottle.
Squeezing a clear jelly like liquid into her hand Julia spun me around and began lubing up the crack of my ass. The jell was cold at first but I was amazed at how slippery it was. That slippery stuff was more lubricating than the soap I had used on my vagina earlier at my parent’s house, and that soap had been plenty slippery indeed.
Whatever that slippery stuff was and as good as it felt it had me worried none the less. I had a good idea what the lubrication was for. When I felt Julia’s finger enter my ass I literally squealed. I had never had anything up my butt before and now I had a grown woman’s finger probing in me there. Like everything today it felt shocking and good at the same time. Julia pumped her finger in and out of my ass and stuck the dildo in my mouth again.
“Suck on that my little shoplifting slut, get it good and slick. You know why I want it good and slick don’t you”?
At that moment the static disappeared on the T.V. set, replaced with a video shot of two women half naked in a grey room. One of the women was tied up, or her hands were tied behind her back or something. The other woman was Julia and she was, as it turns out, rubbing her hand in the bound woman’s ass, up and down, up and down. The sound on the video was low, but I could hear Julia’s voice through the static and I could see that she was doing the exact same thing to the woman on the T.V. as she was doing to me!
And then it hit me: The grey room was THIS ROOM and the other woman was Pam!
A searing pain flared across my asscheek and I heard the slap as I realize Julia was spanking me! Whack! Whack! Whack! She laid into my ass with the palm of her wet hand and the pain stung me, piercing through the pain of my nipples and the constriction on the skin of my wrists.
“ARRGh! God!”
I said, swinging around on the end of my rope. Julia still had he finger in my ass and she was sliding it all the way in and all the way out. With her other hand she was at my breast again, this time cupping it and sort of milking it and tweaking the nipple clamp at the tip, twisting it around now and then, the finger pumping away in my ass, deeper and deeper.
My body was twisting around on the end of my rope, helpless to plant a foot and find a purchase to keep myself from swaying at her mercy, her hand running up and down my ass crack and her finger plunging back into my anus again and again.
“You never had a finger in your ass before did you, slut?”
I said No. I never had and honestly I couldn’t tell you if I was loving it or hating it, it felt so weird and alien and most of all dirty. Wasn’t there going to be shit all over her finger now? Did she do this sort of thing often?
Julia opened a drawer in the bench and as she retrieved an object I got a glimpse of leather things and black nylon and gleaming plastic shapes. She had a dog color in her hands and she quickly buckled it around my neck. To the collar she attached a tether which she fed through a hole in the top of the workbench. Fiddling with the tether under the bench and then out of my view on the side, Julia led the tether back up over the top of the back of the workbench. She stepped out of her jeans and her panties ( plain white cotton ones, I would have expected something with a black widow spider motif) and she sat up on the bench facing me, totally naked and with a look on her face like I had never seen on any other person before. The tether from my neck lead right down to the hole in the bench and Julia had sat directly adjacent to the hole.
Julia bent over and began playing with the two lines, which were attached to the cuffs and my dog collar and led to parts of the bench which Julia could reach. As she adjusted the lines, the one at my neck became taught and the one holding my arms began to loosen. My head was being drawn down to the bench top, drawn to Julia’s Vagina.
At this point I don’t think Julia even needed the ropes to make me go down on her. I had obviously never gone down on a woman before but clearly that was about to change. Julia’s vagina was not shaved but she must have been trimming it since it wasn’t a total jungle. Just off to the side of her vagina was a small tattoo of a mermaid.
“You are going down on me now, as you can plainly see. I want you to use lots of tongue on my clit but I also want you to lick the whole thing up and down from time to time. If I don’t like the way you are doing it I will do something to you that you won’t like so much, so get busy eating me you dirty slut”
by the time she finished her sentence I was bent over right down with my face between her legs, my arms still above my head at a painful angle. The blood in my arms had been draining away and they felt pretty numb by now. The pain in my nipples had never gone away but now there was no finger in my ass to take my mind off of the radiating pain, actually a sort of spiraling pain is what it felt like, coming off my nipples like heat.
I had my mouth open and I put it right down into her hot and wet vagina. Mostly it just felt confusing since I couldn’t see what was going on. The overwhelming sensation was of shame and the feeling of wetness hair and heat on my face. Julia grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face tight up against her groin and my head was grinding against her vagina. I was feeling around with my tongue trying to find her clit, tasting the oddest tangy taste I had ever had in my mouth. I can’t describe it. The sensation of heat and shame was supplemented with a great deal of hair, hair I couldn’t get my tongue around or past, it was always in the way. But I did my best and I alternated lapping up and down and side to side with trying to get a sense of where her clit was. I was confused but determined to try to find it. I knew where it should be, but I was totally unaccustomed to this sort of work!
“There! Right there”
Julia said, and I think then I had an idea where it was and I started focusing on that spot, pressing my tongue as hard against it as I could, working over the entire area. Soon enough I had it locked in.
Julia could feel the difference too and I was glad I had figured out how to make her happy. I alternated with the long licks up and down but I found that trying to plunge my tongue into her vagina was useless, it just wasn’t long enough.
Julia had me by the hair and she was twisting tufts of it and pulling me against her. Everything about my face and Julia’s crotch was totally wet but I think most of it was my own saliva. I had difficulty breathing.
Under the edge of the bench, my tits with the nipple clamp pendants were swinging around, I was thinking about them and how awful it was not to be able to remove the clamps when Julia said
“I’m coming you slut, you are making me come you lesbian slut! You’re my lesbian slut”
I was oddly proud of having made Julia come. Strange as it seams I felt a sense of accomplishment. I wanted to keep her happy and get this hour over with, and this seamed like a good milestone. I guess I figured it would all end soon and I could go home.
Julia got down off the bench and readjusted my ropes a bit so I could stand up again. she looked in the drawer again and took out an object in each hand and held them behind her back so I couldn’t see what they were.
Again we stood facing each other but now so much had happened and passed between us that I had even more difficulty meeting her eyes.
“I’m going to kiss you now darling, I’m a woman and I’m going to kiss you deeply, with my tongue in your mouth. Look at me when I speak to you!”
And she slapped my face with her open palm. Crying, I looked through my tears at her inscrutable face as she came close and kissed me.
It was a deep slow kiss and it had more passion, more substance to it than any kiss I ever had before. The boys that had kissed me all my life till now were skilled only at jamming their toungs as deep into my mouth as they could manage. This woman was kissing me the way a sculptor first approached a block of marble. The kiss had a beginning, a middle and an end, like it was a novel. And to my surprise my tongue was playing an important roll in the event, I was kissing back deeply and passionately.
Confusion was the only certainty. I had pain and I had pleasure, I had fear and I had exhilaration, going all at once. Julia was taking me places I had never really considered before. Julia’s tongue, a woman’s tongue, was violating my mouth, it was violating me! It was violating my heterosexuality and I didn’t want it to stop. But it did.
As Julia pulled away from the kiss, her hands put an object into my mouth, a round ball with straps on it, which she fastened around the back of my head. With my mouth stoppered I was totally gagged and mute. On the one hand I felt good about that, I wouldn’t have to eat any more pussy, but on the other hand Julia had removed my voice from the proceedings, I wouldn’t play any sort of active communicative roll in whatever was to happen next. The ball tasted like plastic.
The other object Julia had was a strap on dildo. I was almost relieved at the sight of it. I had been going over the list of things violated so far: Tits, asshole, mouth, but my vagina was curiously unmolested so far. I was as wet and as horney as I had ever been in my life, my freshly shaved slick vagina was swollen and aroused. As Julia moved behind me, pulling on the black rubber contraption with it’s assortment of nylon straps I was anticipating my own orgasm. Finally I would get off! My poor clit had been totally ignored.
As Julia thrust the strapon into me I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure, as well as I could with my mouth stoppered. The dildo felt like it was thirty inches long, sliding all the way in and impaling me, transfixing me and skewering me deep, deep into my abdomen.
“ooh, you are so wet my little slut, are you enjoying this? Do you like taking my cock like a little whore, bent over my workbench all willing and supplicating”?
Julia was kneading my ass, hugging my hips and slowly but deeply fucking me, the dildo went in so far, went in so deep! All I could do was make little whimpering noises, as Julia’s hand stole around and started massaging my clit. I almost lost my footing as she hit my clitoris and began strumming it like a guitar string. The pleasure was unbelievable. I had never been fucked like this before. My breath came in gasps, the ball gag in my mouth couldn’t keep the saliva from dribbling over my chin, my swaying tits banged against the edge of the workbench as Julia brought me off.
I came like gangbusters then. I actually saw stars. Julia pressed me up against the edge of the workbench as I lost my footing and I would have tumbled to the floor. Except the line holding my arms up would have stopped me. With her penis still inside me Julia said:
“yah that’s it baby, that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?”
Julia surprised me then and unsnapped the mountain climber carabineer from my wrists and let me slump to the floor. At first I was just limp, aware only of my orgasms passing and the difficulty of snorting all my breath through my nose. But soon I roused. God my arms ached! I tried to rub some life back into them as best I could with one hand and then the other, as much as the still fixed handcuffs would let me.
I was totally spent from this experience. I looked up at Julia with her big rubber cock swaying above me, looking down at me like a lion would look at an antelope on the veldt.
“I’m not done with you yet my little slut”
Julia said as she lifted me to my feet. I sat back against the bench and rubbed my eyes with my hands. I looked over at the T.V. but the show had ended, it had gone back to static. Julia had a key in her hands and she unlocked my wrists. I set to rubbing them as soon as the cuffs were off, the drool still dripping off my chin. Julia was unbuckling her strap on dildo rig and to my surprise she told me
“Put it on”
unable to speak I mutely took the straps from her and examined the apparatus. The phallus was still wet and glistening from my vagina. I have to hand it to the manufacturers of strap on dildoes, they are easy to understand and I had no trouble at all stepping into it and pulling the nylon straps tight and getting the penis into position.
Looking down was the oddest sensation: I had a large erect black rubber penis now. I had suddenly turned into some sort of odd hybrid sex, a woman with a dick. I looked over at Julia and I wondered how she wanted to do this. Was I going to fuck her now? Could anyone fuck Julia? I doubted it. Julia spoke:
” Look at the clock, you have only given me twenty minutes so far. I still have another half hour to fuck with you!”
And as it turns out, I was right about not fucking Julia. Nobody ever got to fuck Julia, Julia was going to keep on fucking with me.
Julia led me, mute and confused, through a dark back door in the back of the utility room and to a set of stairs that led to the basement. I could hear odd tinny music coming from bellow, but it was muted.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, my rubber penis swaying in the half dark in front of me, I saw a naked woman laying on a table under a bright light bulb set into the extremely low ceiling. She was tied to the table at her hands and feet and she had on a blindfold and a set of extra large headphones. The sound of music was buzzing from the headphones and the woman had not heard us come down the stairs. I looked at Julia, but she was just grinning like some sort of devil. The two of us approached the table under the low low basement ceiling.
When I reached the edge of the table I recognized my friend Pam.
She couldn’t see us and she couldn’t hear us. And I couldn’t say anything anyway with my gag in my mouth. I suppose I could have run away, back up the stairs and, and….back into the street naked and gagged and with a cock? All this was about trying to AVOID a police report.
“Don’t worry Karen, your friend Pam likes it. Watch this”
Julia bent to Pam’s side and ran her hands up her flank, from her thigh to her left breast. Pam Jumped at the unexpected touch and let out a whelp of surprise, but she didn’t cry out. And by the time Julia was caressing Pam’s breasts, I heard my friend say
“Oh thank god you are back Julia! I was going crazy down here all alone! Is it time for my surprise now? You promised I could finally come when you got back from the store”
I was transfixed, staring at Julia’s beaming face numb with shock and apprehension. Julia gave Pam’s thigh two light slaps with her palm, the way you might pat a loyal golden retriever. She set about adjusting the rope at Pam’s right leg. She untied the rope from the bench and fit the end through a pulley in the low ceiling. Taking up the slack in the rope she raised Pam’s Right leg high into the air so that her foot was nearly touching the ceiling and she made off the end of the rope to something farther along the wooden beam. Pam made an approving moan. Was Julia some sort of sailor in a past life? Every time she touched a piece of rope she had it working to her advantage with a minimum of effort and with total confidence. This adjustment of the rope on Pam’s leg brought her hip right up to the edge of the table and I could see what my job was going to be.
Pam handed me the tube of sex lube and bid me put some onto the cock and whispered in my ear:
“She won’t know it’s you, she thinks it’s me! Don’t try to signal here and don’t touch her if I am touching her, that way she can’t tell there is more than one of us down here playing lesbian sex games with her”.
She slapped my ass with a look of total mischievous joy on her face.
” Listen baby I know I am making you do some crazy things, but remember, you are my little slut for tonight and you said you would do anything to avoid trouble with the police. Besides, your good at being a dirty little whore and I think you like it, don’t you”?
Fortunately for me this was not one of the times I was going to be required to answer her question. Did I like this? I was certainly turned on and dying to come ten minutes ago, I was loving my newfound life as a lesbian slut toy when it was just the two of us upstairs, but this was different. This was fucked up. I started to lube up my cock.
Looking at Pam’s naked body for the first time I could see that yes, she had been required to shave her vagina. Hers was slick and wet, the whole center was flushed red and looked slightly swollen and I could see her clit clearly. Her breasts were bright white against her tan and her nipples were much the same as mine, totally erect.
Julia ran her hands across my dildo to check my efforts at lubricating it then put her palm right into Pam’s crotch and began massaging it.
“Oh yah that feels great, keep doing it, I love it, make me your dirty little whore! Oh I want to come so bad! Thank you for letting me come back, thank you so much!”
Julia looked over at me and said “O.K. start fucking her”
And I stepped right up and put the head of my cock against my friend Pam’s vagina and pushed in.
So this is what it feels like to be a man, I thought. There was little resistance to the penises progress as it slipped smoothly and deeply into my friends flesh. I was still digesting what Pam had said about her being Julia’s little whore. I felt oddly jalousie since I had just gotten used to the idea that I was the little whore, not Pam.
Well who was the bigger whore? The one on the table who didn’t know what was really going on, just happy to be getting fucked? Or the one doing the fucking willingly despite knowing how fucked up the situation was? I was violating Pam in more ways than one but I was starting to enjoy the sensation of fucking my friend, watching my dick slide in and out and watching Pam’s mouth go through several phases of opened mouthed pleasure. The tight little “O” and then the wide lipped, back arched grunt, the big wide happy smile of the satisfied slut, I suppose.
I was starting to get the hang of this fucking, but I didn’t put my hands on Pam, I just used my hips and the ropes holding her down kept her vagina centered where I could reach it. Julia was just sitting back watching at first but then she got up in my face and stared me in the eyes with this big grin on.
“You love it don’t you, admit it!” she said.
I closed my eyes and just nodded. I was getting off on it. Clearly Pam was just as happy as could be, she kept on yelling out filthy encouragements like Fuck me Baby and I have been such a bad girl and you have to do me like a whore since I’m a shoplifting slut. that sort of thing.
After all the things I had been through in the last half hour or forty minutes, my opinions about what people did in the privacy of their own homes was destroyed and replaced with this shocking awareness of what all the depths of possibilities were. Nothing would shock me now. As I rolled my hips harder into Pam, I reached for her thigh for better leverage, slapping her trussed up right thigh into my abdomen so I could hammer my cock deeper into her pussy. What the hell, I started strumming her clit with my left hand too. May as well do the job right I thought.
“Ah…ahhhhh. AHHHH!”
Pam cried, clearly she was just about to come. Just then Julia went over to Pam’s head and whipped off her blindfold! Pam’s eyes flew open and looked at Julia, shock and surprise on her rapidly blinking face. You could see Pam’s eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light, her head whipped around sweeping the room trying to focus.
“Keep fucking her!”
Julia commanded. As Pam’s eyes finally adjusted sufficiently to the light to see that there was someone she didn’t recognize doing the fucking, I started my rhythm again, penetrating her just as deeply and maybe just a bit deeper as I met her stunned gaze. I watched her eyes flutter as the thrusting resumed, but her face looked worried as she started to adjust to the light enough to see who it was who was fucking her.
I caught the dawning surprise of recognition on her face, her mouth registering horror and shock. But as I kept fucking her and as my finger went back to massaging her clit I looked right back at her without avoiding her gaze. Thankful only that I wouldn’t be required to say anything to my friend as I continued to fuck her like the lesbian slut that I had become.
“Oh my god it’s You!” Was all she could say.
But as my finger worked over her clit and my thrusting continued, Pam’s orgasm started to mount again and you could see the change in her expression as she started to except the fact of what her eyes were telling her and what her wet slippery vagina was telling her. Her eyes were half lidded and she involuntarily licked her lips and her pelvis began to quake rhythmically. She grit her teeth and started to gasp loudly again, looking up in my face. I saw the look on her face change, this time to a slutty sort of acceptance like she was saying I’m such a whore that I like it and I don’t care that you know it!
And I was a whore too, finally. Julia had broken the two of us down. As Pam finally succumbed to the orgasm I had given her, I felt her clenching vaginas vibrations transmitted through the black rubber penis into my pelvis. Pam lay back gasping with her eyes closed but I remained standing, not looking at either of the two women in this low basement. I didn’t understand anything anymore.
Julia’s sick game had a profound influence on the rest of my life. She took two wayward but essentially O.K. girls and exposed the two of us to some sort of erotic tempering and it hardened us into two willing sex deviants. You could argue that Pam or I already had the makings of a couple of sexually deviant people. It’s true after all that we walked into that sex shop of our own volition on that fateful day without Julia manipulating us into doing it. But Julia had taken us and she had manipulated us and weather or not she instilled the sexual aspect or weather she just nurtured a thing in us that was already there, who can say?
As I moved on in life I had many sexual adventures and who could say if I would have had the same sort of adventures before Julia’s tampering and tempering with and of my libido? I could write some more stories about what I did, what Pam and I did and what role Julia continued to play in our lives. I could write about how pan and I each took a page from Julia’s book and did some tampering of our own with other people who crossed our paths.
But that’s another story for another day.