In Her Thrall

! was hot for Molly from the day she arrived. She might have been a petite woman, but her attitude was not petite. She's slim, with small breasts but a nice bottom and coppery red hair cut to a short shag. Green eyes, but I hadn't noticed that yet; I would have been totally worthless if I had. She came to work in black slacks and a white shirt, her jacket over her shoulder in one hand. Bill, who thought he was god's gift to women, immediately closed in.

"Hi, I'm Bill. Can I help you?" She sized him up.

"Are you the boss, Bill?" His oily approach stopped dead.

"Um, no, I..." She raised her hand,

"Then you ain't who I need to see. But I'd suggest you review the employee handbook regarding sexual harassment. I'm not here a whole minute, and I've got a complaint for HR!" I never saw anybody put Bill in his place so effectively! She looked over at me, in charge of all she surveyed. That's when I saw those fiery green eyes and my cooch went all gooey!

"What's your name?" She knew. She could tell with that one glance that she owned me!

"Bev.. Beverly." She smiled; she knew!

"Well Bev Beverly, why don't you take me to the boss?" When I say I was gooey, I was certain my panties were soaked through as I led her to the office at the back and tapped on the door.

"Someone to see you, Miss Simpson," I announced. She's a hefty woman, q to put it nicely.

"Ah, you must be Miss Richards, come in, come in." Molly (whom I only knew as Miss Richards as yet) marched in with military precision and handed a folder over to my boss. I eased the door shut and returned to my desk. I looked over at Bill, who was suddenly trying to become invisible. Probably scared shitless that she'd say something to the boss! I grinned inwardly; it serves the prick right! There isn't a woman in the office who hasn't been at least been made to feel uncomfortable by him.

It was a couple of days before Miss Richards caught up to me. I was in the cafeteria downstairs when she got in line behind me. I could smell her perfume, softly fruity.

"Hi, Bev, I'm Molly." She was very sweet, not at all as she had been the other day. I was already smitten with her, and I was certain that she knew it! What could I do that didn't scream "Kiss me!"

"Hi Molly. It's good to know your first name."

She chuckled, "Well, I just didn't want you to think I'm just a bitch. That guy Bill just pissed me off with his entitled masculinity." I nodded.

"I kind of thought that might have had something to do with it. You, uh, don't have to apologize." Those eyes! She smiled right through me!

We pushed our trays along, picking up a few things as we did. A plastic-wrapped salad for myself and an equally tightly wrapped tuna salad on wheat for her. I skipped dessert in favor of an apple; she got a butterscotch pudding cup.

"Are you on a diet, Bev?"

"No, I... I just don't eat much for lunch." Actually, I spend most of my day starving so that my ass doesn't try to inflate like my mom's or my sister's. Health shake for breakfast, little or nothing for lunch. Then I can enjoy dinner without guilt.

"You don't look like you need to diet. You have a nice figure." We took our food to a nearby table, just two girls. She kept looking at me. Unlike when Bill stared at my butt or my boobs, she didn't make me feel dirty. She made me feel warm and...

I'm not gay. I'm not entirely straight either. I've had four lovers. Two guys and two women. One of the guys I only had twice before, I knew it was just sex, and not even great sex. It took me six months to figure out that the other one was just sex, but much better sex. One of the women was a drunken one-night thing, and I never heard from her again. The other woman remained interesting for only a couple of months. Great sex though, maybe the best. But there was too much drama, too much make-up sex. And in between, long periods where my lover ran on batteries.

So it's understandable that a beautiful woman so easily enthralled me just by being nice to me at lunch. She hadn't touched me or said anything suggestive. It's my horny imagination.

"How's the gym?" It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me.

"Oh, uh... pretty basic. I don't usually use it." Plus, I didn't want to be eyeballed by guys like Bill.

"Where do you go?"

"My apartments have a pretty good gym. Better than the one here." She smiled at me.

"I knew you worked out somewhere. You're too cute to just not diet." Was that a flirt or just a compliment? Is there a difference? I felt myself blush. Again, she smiled.

"I'm not sure which looks sexier, your blue eyes or that cheeky blush." That had to be a flirt!

"Would you like to come over and use the gym?" Could I be more obvious and desperate?

"I'd like that, Bev,"

Now I was in for it! Yes, I did use the gym; mostly the bike, sometimes the elliptical... never the free weights or the Bowflex machine. And though there's supposed to be a yoga instructor, that room has always been closed up and dark. In absolute truth, I wasn't religious about even going, maybe once a week if nothing else came up.

Looking at Molly, she was probably one of those boot camp babes, though I'd never seen her in anything more revealing than slacks and blouses. But I liked that she was paying attention to me. I mean, I didn't have any evidence at all that she was even into girls; she complimented my figure, and a lot of people notice my eyes. Light blue eyes and dark brown hair attract attention!

I put on my white Danskin and tights and applied a spritz of pear-scented cologne. And despite two layers, I had a very visible camel toe! I never noticed before... Maybe I always did, but maybe it was Molly! I thought that perhaps adding panties might lessen the obvious swollen crease, but about that time, Molly arrived.

She also wore white, and her figure was indeed gorgeous! Our breasts are nearly the same size, and she, too, was showing off a pronounced camel toe.

"Oh, Bev, you look gorgeous!" My tummy is flat, but hers showed rippling abs! She leaned up and kissed my cheek. "You smell nice, too!" I felt her lips on my cheek for a long while.

We walked down to the gym, which is by the pool and to one side of the clubhouse. Glass walls looked out onto the pool, but no one was swimming. Mirrors covered the rest of the walls, making the room seem much bigger. She shook her head approvingly.

"Nice," She said, casting a glance at the mirrors. "I can watch you from any angle!" We climbed onto a matched pair of ellipticals and started. Her motions seemed effortless, and I was starting to struggle in a couple of minutes! Of course, I kept pushing because I wanted to impress her. None too soon, she slowed to a stop. I was lightheaded and not sure I could walk as I hung onto the machine. And she went over to the Bowflex machine.

The thing always frightened me a bit, but she settled onto it and didn't even adjust anything. God, she's strong! I was just about cooled off when she stopped.. She knew she'd outdone me, too, but didn't push me.

"Next time we'll do the stair climber, and I'll set this beast for you." She was going to tighten me up, like it or not! Then she almost had me. "Boy, I could use a shower!"

There are showers in the back of the gym, but it's bring your own towel! Naturally, we hadn't, and I wasn't crazy about a semi-public shower.

"You can take a shower at my place," I told her, "I've got towels and everything." By then, we were both a bit sweaty, of course, and somehow the sweat stains showing through her tights had me making other stains in my tights too! I hoped that she would ask me to join her in the shower. Instead, she declined even to shower. I guess her reason was valid: "I didn't bring a change of clothes." I was so disappointed! I thought she wanted me; I wanted her to want me!

And then, after telling me, "See you tomorrow, Babe!" she kissed me. Not on the cheek but on my lips! No tongue but... so soft and intimate! My disappointment turned to bright hope, and my lips practically buzzed! Feeling very horny, I stripped and threw my sweaty things into the washer, grabbed a towel and my waterproof vibrator from the towel closet, and had a nice shower with the happiest ending a girl showering alone can have! Still feeling aroused, I gave myself another orgasm in bed. Naturally, I didn't bother to put on panties or a gown, but feeling so ornery, I sprawled out on top of the covers and fingered myself silly while imagining Molly's red head between my legs!

I dressed much sexier for work than I usually would. A black lace plunge bra under a white button-up, not completely buttoned up--black lace bikinis under my black knee-length pencil skirt, lace top stockings, and heels. And a spritz of the cologne she said smelled nice.

"Well, Bev," Bill started, but I held up a finger and gave him a disdaining look. "HR, Bill." So empowering! Molly smiled primly. Later, she caught me in the ladies.

"I like those stockings. You're too sexy to dress like you aren't."

"I hoped you would," I said simply. "Coming to the gym tonight?"

"Not sore after last night?"

"Only that you didn't stay." Hint, hint.

"I'll bring a change tonight." Looking around to make sure we weren't seen, she gave me another peck on my lips.

"You always smell so good!" she said, looking down my slightly unbuttoned blouse."Mmmm, sexy." As she began to leave, she looked over her shoulder, "See you tonight!!" God, I was ready to go into a stall and frig myself! Off! I haven't been so constantly aroused in ages!

Tonight's ensemble is pink, not my favorite color, but as revealing as my white ones. Perhaps more so... or maybe my nipples were stiff for other reasons. She arrived in skintight black, a satchel over her shoulder, and her small nipples showing peaky. A kiss on my lips again, fast but light, teasing.

Tonight, several guys were hanging out in the pool, and though they didn't whistle or catcall, I could feel their eyes on us as we entered the gym. Following Molly's lead, I pretended they weren't there.

"A little sore from last night?" she asked, and as much as I hated to disappoint her, I knew that she'd know I was lying if I said no.

"A little," I admitted. She smiled but didn't laugh.

"I thought I pushed you a little hard. We'll take it easy tonight, just an easy ride on the bikes." My mind raced. The bikes would certainly be easier than the treadmills or a repeat of last night. But the bikes were positioned in front of those windows overlooking the pool, and those guys. Set up so that we could watch the big TV above the dressing room door, but our butts would be on prime display. When I mentioned that, she shrugged.

"Let 'em look." She mounted the bike next to mine. "You've got a great ass!" Well, putting it that way... We rode for about half an hour, not terribly hard, the bikes set to low resistance. As she climbed off, she had to pull some Lycra from her crack and wasn't very circumspect about it. I thought it was pretty hot to see, and glanced back at our pool audience. Then I tugged my own wedgie loose. Let them look! I have a great ass!

Walking back to my place, we held hands, and our admirers were respectfully quiet. One gave a polite little wave. All stood in the shallow water.

"They don't want to show off the tents in their trunks!" she chuckled. "After we shower, we should get something to eat. My treat, nothing fancy. Maybe that fish and chips place up the street." I like fish and chips, and it would be kind of a treat because I rarely indulge myself of fried food. And she said after we showered, so I wasn't going to shower alone... had I left out my toy?

"Sounds wonderful," I said brightly.

I had indeed left my vibe out, right on the vanity. She didn't seem to notice the hot pink phallus, but as we stripped, I noticed her! Most people look better with a little something on. She has a figure meant to be nude. Our breasts were similarly sized, both B's, but hers were somehow just perfect, with small pink gumdrop nipples. `

She felt the same way about my rounder boobs and wider mocha nipples. She sported a tiny copper colored puff of pubes on her muff; I'm bare from the neck down. I handed her a towel, and both of us tossed them onto the vanity, covering my vibe. It had been a long time since I had been naked with anyone. Never with a girl like Molly.

I reached in and turned on the water. Molly got in front of me, pinning me with her green gaze.

"I really like you, Bev, but we're gonna have some rules. The first rule is, I'll wash your back and you will wash mine, but beyond some kissing, we're not gonna have sex. in the shower. Not tonight." What? We're naked, we're hot... we're wet in more ways than one, and we're NOT gonna have sex?

"Uh... OK," I said, not sure what was going on. "We're not having sex." She nodded, reached in to test the water, and stepped in.

"We haven't been on a date yet," she said as she poured cucumber body wash onto a bath puff. I got in and started soaping myself up.

"So we won't have sex before we've dated? Does tonight's dinner count?" She soaped her breasts and then her tummy, watching me bathe.

"No. Tonight's just a bite to eat after the gym. Don't worry, Babe, I can promise it's going to happen. But a girl has to have rules." She scrubbed between her legs, and I thought I should be doing that!

"Turn around, I'll do your back. God, I was turned on as she scrubbed me from neck to buttocks! Then it was my turn, and I was feeling light-headed as I rubbed my own puff over her back and bottom.

We rinsed off, and I reached for my razor from the little shelf.

"Stop," she said. "Rule number two. For me, no more shaving your underarms. I'll help you shave everything else. My little... kinky fetish." I nodded, like it was a perfectly normal thing to ask. I'd been shaving everything since I had anything to shave, but for her... sure. We shampooed and got out.

Dried off without drying each other. I would love to dry her, but... no sex yet, and I wasn't sure I could control myself. Then came rule three. She picked my "water wiggler."

"Don't use this, not until I tell you you can. Until I tell you differently, no toys and no frigging yourself. I'll know if you disobey." Disobey? But again, I nodded.

"Yes, Molly." She kissed me with just a quick swipe of her tongue over my lips.

"Good girl. Now get dressed, I'm taking you out for a quick bite! It's a work night, so hurry."

She had changed into a pair of denim shorts, perfectly respectable ones, and a blue paisley shirt. No bra, but you couldn't really tell. I put on khaki walking shorts and a white pullover, not tight enough to reveal my bralessness, and she drove up to the fish and chips place.

"Why don't you want me to shave my armpits?" She shook vinegar and lemon pepper on her fish.

"I told you. It's sexy. And it's underarms, not armpits. Armpits sound... ugly. Your underarms aren't ugly."

"Are there more rules?"

"Of course, but for now we've got plenty."

"This is a test, isn't it?

"Of course, but you can pass this one, easy peasy." I hate tests, so why was I eager to pass this one? When we got home, it was still early. She grabbed her bag but left her gym things to wash with mine.

"Should I do them tonight?" She shook her head no.

We won't need them tomorrow," She told me, then put her arms around me and kissed me right, long and passionately, and ultimately, we were tongue dancing.

"You kiss good, Bev," She told me as I stood there breathless, "Dress sexy again tomorrow. And remember, no playing with yourself!"

"Oh, that's so unfair after that kiss, Babe!"

"I'll know!" I had no clue how she'd know, but I knew she absolutely would know somehow

I dressed not for work but for a date. A black halter dress, very low cut, and a bit shorter than appropriate. Black stockings this time with a lace pattern. No bra; the dress was supportive if I didn't move too fast.. A sneeze might not expose a nipple. Or maybe it would.

She looked as always professional but sexy. She was waiting in the garage for me, and she looked me up and down, and then gave me a direct eye-to-eye stare

"You did it. You passed!" I don't know how she knew, but she did. "I'm proud of you, Babe!" She gave me another little kiss, just brushing lips.

"After that kiss last night, I thought I'd never get to sleep!" I told her. She grinned that self-assured grin.

"But you did, and you dreamed of me!" How did she know?

Eight hours never moved so slowly! At lunch, I ate the cellophane-wrapped tuna on wheat and had an ice cream sandwich, and Molly grinned at me over chicken and yellow rice from the steam table.

"How did you know I obeyed this morning?"

"Oh... that's easy. You didn't nibble, you ate lunch. You're dressed to kill, and your eyes don't lie! Also, you're a bit grumpy, but I promise it's going to be worth it! Tonight is date night!"

After work, I realized she was gone. I got a text on the way to my car.

"Go home and freshen up, but don't change clothes, you look beautiful. Wear flats. Don't wear panties or bring a purse; you won't need them. I'll be there at seven."

I wasn't expecting what I got when she arrived. Certainly not a three-finger wide band of dark green makeup from temple to temple across her seemingly glowing green eyes. Nor a black leather vest laced together front, backand sides, and a matching leather mini skirt. Roman sandals laced up her legs. She looked fearsome and sexy in one package! Talk about fetish!. Or maybe with a sword and shield, perhaps a barbarian warrior princess! Half her breasts and her sexy and as yet untongued belly button exposed. Around her sleek alabaster neck, she wore a flat braided leather choker.

"God, Molly... you look... sexy as hell!"

She kissed me, a kiss like last night. I love those incredible tongue kisses! But she wasn't just kissing me. She was belling her cat with a choker to match hers.

"This marks you as mine; no one else will touch you while you wear my mark. You're under my protection. And on my tab.."

"Where are we going?" I asked innocently

"Scandals. Friday night is Fetish night, and you are my Pet!"

"No leash?" my inner smartass spoke.

"No. You're a very well-behaved pet."

I'd heard of the place; everybody had. Gay Night, Lesbian Night, Swiger Night. They hosted a wild Halloween party that included people who arrived only in paint, and a similar Mardi Gras night. Carnival. New Year's Eve. But every Friday night, Fetish Night pushed all the boundaries. Several times a year, some group or other tries to shut them down, but somehow it never happens.

In this dress, I felt naked, particularly since I had not so much as a g-string on under the sheer black material. And I had heard all manner of wild tales about the club; wild but believable. Forget fetish costumes, partial nudity, or full nudity. Public sex. Even alleged sex trafficking, though surely that would have gotten them shut down... wouldn't it? To say I was nervous would be an understatement, but my lust fired my blood. Lust for Molly and lust to be seen with her in such a place!

When we arrived, I knew that this was the place. It was a low, windowless slab with colored lights shining upon the concrete walls. No neon, no sign. Just three great black numbers on the wall over the double-doored entrance.. Two burly, mustachioed men in leather police uniforms stood at the entrance. Unlike other clubs I'd been to, there weren't throngs waiting to get in.

"It's early," Molly told me. She leaned over, "C'mere, Pet." I leaned over and she kissed me, biting my lower lip. "Don't worry. You're safe with me. You'll be perfectly alright. But you are going to see things inside. Stay with me, and let me do the talking."

At the door, one of the doormen greeted Molly warmly, like a regular guy instead of the cop from the village people!

"Moll! Long time no see!"

"Hello, Bradley, this is my pet, Bev." Was I more surprised that this leather-clad giant was soft-spoken or that I wasn't insulted by being presented as her pet like a purse chihuahua? He nodded,

"Very sweet." He opened the door for us and we walked in. From outside, there was nothing to see inside, just an ordinary wall and a couple of potted palms. She gestured for me to turn left. I don't know what would have happened had we gone right, but a set of doors before us swung open into darkness and techno music. And immediately, I knew she wasn't lying, and I took her hand like a child seeking parental protection. A girl in a full fur suit with a bushy tail. Also, dresses like mine, sometimes with breasts exposed. Sometimes people lead someone on a leash. Sitting in a nearby booth like a giant worm, a fat man in a diaper sat while a slim naked woman wearing blue paint and a foxtail held his leash and chatted with a wild-haired man in leather and chain.

The music pounded my senses, and the strobes on the stage dazzled me. She led me to the bar where a woman as large as the doorman, wearing a thong bikini, came over. "Moll! Been too long, doll! Who's your pet?" Was it the choker or my shocked submission?

"Hey, Harry! This is Bev. Isn't she adorable?" Harry? Was this a guy?

"She's gorgeous. Love her eyes." The voice wasn't masculine. Wasn't very feminine either.

"Want a drink, Pet?" Once I'd have been pissed to be spoken of this way. But she said I was adorable. Should I address her as Moll? Mistress?

"I think I need one. Nothing too strong, please."

"You've got it, Bev. Do you like mangos?" I nodded, and the big... woman began to assemble a tall glass of ice with a splash of grenadine, a splash of rum, a splash of peach schnapps, and topped it with mango nectar. She set the glass in front of me with a mint spring draped over the edge between two skinny straws.

Without asking, she poured vodka and Sprite over ice for Moll. "Set us up with an appetizer tray," Moll told her."We'll be over there!" We went to the table, actually almost a booth; a couch nearly surrounding a round table. On the way, I asked her,

"Why did you call that bartender Harry?" She laughed,

"Because that's his name. It used to be, anyway."

Costumes, yes. Chains and leashes. Full nudity, A woman (I assumed it was a woman) in head-to-toe shiny red rubber.

"Hitch up your skirts before you slide in." It was dark, but I was still conscious of baring myself in public. Perhaps the table would hide my naked twat.

"Molly, I'm... I'm hanging out!" She smiled and bit my ear gently.

"I know. You're not as naked as that guy," She teased, pointing to a naked man with a gleaming cage over his cock being led by a leash-wielding woman in trashy lingerie.

"What's that over his dick?" I asked.

"It's a chastity cage, so he can't get a hard-on." I groaned, thinking how awful that was. She grinned at me.

"Maybe he wasn't a good boy. Maybe he's being punished for playing with himself.". Her hand came down gently upon my bare thigh. "But you're my good girl, aren't you?" Her fingers slid to my wet slit, barely touching me but... God, right here, in this place! My legs parted a bit more, almost of their own will, and her finger pressed against me so I could feel her touching my hot, damp flesh.

"Oh... Molly!" I whimpered softly. She rubbed firmly, knowing the effect it was having on me.

"That's my good girl... so hot and wet!" I'd been fingered in a dark movie theater. But this was totally not the same kind of dark. It was dim, not dark, and we were not concealed as she rubbed me quickly to the edge.

"Hold on to it! Don't let go..." I might have cum right then, but Harry came over with a huge tray of appetizers, and Molloy took her hand out of my bare crotch. Chicken fingers and onion rings and stuffed mushrooms, various fried goodies, and dishes of sauces. Surely she'd seen us as she came up!

"You kids enjoy. I'll bring you fresh drinks."

"How's your cocktail?" Molly asked. I took a long drink right from the glass, taking most of the boozy juice.

"Delicious!" The spreading warmth in my tummy met the heat between my legs.

We ate chicken and shrimp and fried mushrooms, and mozzarella cheese. Washed down with another "Mango Moonshine," and I was feeling much less self-conscious, even when Molly figered me to the very edge again as I leaned my head back. This time, I didn't care if someone saw; I only wanted her to finish! And again, she stopped just as I thought I might cum!

I turned to face her, her green eyes seeming to gleam from the makeup mask. "What, Babe?" I wanted to cum! I wanted to scream! "Don't worry, Maggy, you're going to cum! Tidal waves and earthquakes, and fireworks too!" I grabbed her, pulling her to me to kiss her.

"I'll let you have that one," she slipped a hand into my dress to caress my breasts as she returned my kiss." As excited as I already was, I thought I might actually cum from that lewd contact. When I opened my eyes, a pair of women wearing ligerie at a nearby table were watching us hungrily. Molly saw too, and pushed the cloth away from my breast so they might see my tit. Far from embarrassing, I found being exposed exhilarated me! My nipple throbbed stiffly! She recovered my breast, and that's when the piped-in music stopped and a band in leather pants took the stage, the girl singer in silver panties and rainbow hair. Big bare tits, but not really hot.

"They aren't bad, mostly old covers," Molly said, her fingers again caressing my thigh. "They won't play long, and then a DJ will play dance tunes." I didn't care who they were, I was in feverish need for her to make me cum, and I didn't care who knew!

Molly was rubbing my wet labia and kissing me passionately through Closer, but that's all I got before she stopped. I'm not crazy about Lollipop, but she had me curling my toes in anticipation during that one.

"Oh, Molly... why won't you let me cum?" She got close to my ear, bit my lobe, and then whispered,

"I'm not ready to let you cum yet!" Buttons came up next: white guys and a white girl doing gangsta rap. I didn't care about that as much as I wanted to gush over Molly's fingers!. A Madonna cover came up next, and my breasts were again exposed as Molly teased my nipples to tingling stiffness. No fingers this time, but the lustful stare of the women at the other table as she sucked my tits turned me on almost enough. This time, she didn't bother to restore my dress over them. In here, that didn't matter; in my fevered brain, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced!

There was an instrumental while the singer danced like a stripper, and then they were done, the girl introducing a DJ. "He's gonna get you guys up and shaking your booties! G'night!"

]"Are we going to Dance, Molly?" She kissed me, playing with my exposed tits.

"You better believe it, my pet... and then I'm going to take you home and make you cum like you've never cum before!"She undid the lacing of her vest and pulled it open so I could get to her beautiful tis. and clutched my head to her chest. For the very first time, I buried my face between them, breathing in her scent mixed with leather.

Knowing we were watched put me in a mood, and I sucked her stiff nipples greedily as she leaned back on the couch.

"Use your fingers, Babe!" I brought my lips to hers and let my fingers glide up her thigh. She was as wet as I was! I brushed my fingers over her, clumsy for the awkward position. I found hot, damp flesh and tried the best I could. She had deliberately edged me; I was just being clumsy.

I glanced around, and my audience was still watching us. I turned back to my lovely Molly and changed my position to better take her stiff nipple between my lips; this time, my fingers found their way into her hot pussy. Her hands held me to her tit as my fingers probed her tight little twat. I couldn't hear her, but she rocked her hips in an effort to fuck herself on my embedded fingers. In the dim light, I could see her tummy jumping, and as she had done so many times, I pulled my fingers from her. She let go of me and looked at me, looking fierce. My first taste of her pussy came as I sucked her juice from my fingers as she watched. Her expression softened, and then she smiled.

I knew we were being watched, I knew with my dress pulled that my privates and my butt would be visible, and I not only didn't care, it turned me on as I slipped from the couch onto my hands and knees under the table and between Molly's knees. As I gave her shadowed slit my first taste, my first lick, I gave our audience a little tushy wiggle. I could imagine their voyeuristic delight in seeing my bare backside and Molly's bare breasts as I ate her pussy. I wasn't going to just tease either!

I might not be able to see, but it wasn't my first time giving head in the dark; my tongue explored her thoroughly, and her clit was standing up proud! Her thighs came together against my head as I flicked my tongue against that pink pearl! She was dripping wet, literally flowing, dripping from my chin, and her fingers pressed my skull until she jerked her hips! Once, twice... I knew I'd made her cum, right there, in public! After a moment, her thighs relaxed and fell to the sides, and then she urged me up from under the table and kissed my slick face, then nodded for me to get up. Taking me by the hand, she pulled me to the bathrooms. I was actually a little surprised that it wasn't a single unisex bathroom!

"I gotta pee," she announced as we found open stalls. Not next to each other, though; two women were noisily having sex in the one next to me, their feet shuffling as they maneuvered themselves around.

My face was still visibly glistening with Molly's juices, and my boobs were still hanging out as I checked myself in the mirror. Molly came out, cinching her vest closed over her breasts as I washed my hands and face; she reached around me to put my tits back into my dress.

"Let's go home my pet! I have wicked, wicked plans for you!"

In the car, she acted like we'd been to a movie instead of a notorious nightclub. "How did you like the club?"

"I was nervous at first, but... I really enjoyed the place," I admitted. "I never gave my lover head in public like that before. I did feel... overdressed though." Her delighted laughter spoke volumes.

"I never had a lover eat me out in public before! You're my secret slut-puppy, my pet!"

We went to her place, not far from mine. As soon as we got into her apartment and the door was locked, she grabbed me tight and kissed me, absolutely owning me with her lips and tongue. My halter was undone behind my neck, and then the dress tugged from my unresisting body. Naked, I stepped out of the cloth around my ankles and stepped out of my shoes. Her green mask had smeared some, and a tear-streak left a green trail onto her cheek.

She untied her vest again, letting it drop to the floor behind her. Her pink nipples stood out stiffly. Green eyes looking into mine, she dropped her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it..

"Untie my shoes, pet," she said softly, and with automatic obedience, I got to my knees on the soft carpet. I tugged the bows loose, then unwrapped her legs and removed her sandals. I have a thing for sexy feet; I bent to kiss them, to lick hr sexy little toes.

"My, my pet is full of sexy surprises!" I looked up at her, then carefully lifted a foot to suck her big toe.

"Oh yes... I think I need to get you into my bed!"

She had a bed big enough for a whole orgy, with gleaming brass brass rails at the head and foot. I limbed on and flopped onto my back, and adjusted a pillow under my head... she was finally going to do it... I was going to get my orgasm at last! She leapt onto the bed and straddled my tummy, leaning over my face to kiss me.

Her hands pushed mine against the bedrail.

"Do you trust me, Bev?" I nodded.

"Of Course! Have I not been your good pet?" She grinned,

"Well, you did make me cum without me giving you permission..." Hardly a horrible crime... I nodded again, and she suddenly had a piece of rope and lashed my wrist to the brass. I was fascinated, craning my head to watch as she tied the other wrist. I wasn't going anywhere!

"Shouldn't we shower first? I must be stinky!" I asked and she brought her face to my exposed armpi... underarm, and theatrically inhaled deeply. Raising, she looked into my eyes.

"Nope, not stinky at all. "You smell like hot sex!" She climbed off of me and fetched a sex wedge pillow from under the bed; a sex wedge!

"Lift your butt, baby!" Eager to comply, I jacked my ass off the bed so she could put the wedge under my bottom. But she wasn't done yet. Pulling my feet wide apart, she licked my soles and toes before tying me out in a lewd X.

Now, my naughty pet, your punishment will be to wait while I wash my face and freshen up." The master bath door had a full-length mirror, and with my head turned to the side, I could see her in profile as she washed her face, carefully and thoroughly removing her green mask. Poking her butt out as she bent to splash water over her face, scrubbing with washcloths and rinsing again, until at last her pale skin was free of makeup.

She paused to look at me in the mirror as I looked at her, watching me tug futilely at the ropes, writhing on the bed. She came in and took a long flat box out from under the bed. I watched her wordlessly as she laid vibrators, dildos, and various toys out. No whips at least, but there was no mistaking nipple clamps or the butt plugs. I'd done anal a couple of times... mostly because he wanted to...

Her selection complete, she closed the box and pushed it back under the bed. From her nightstand came a pump bottle of lubricant. She smiled at my naked, helpless body like a snake eyeing a tasty mouse.

"You pleased me greatly, obeying a difficult command, pet.. But now we're going to test some limits." She picked up a satin eyeshape.

"This will make your senses heighten." She slipped the elastic under my head and slipped the mask over my eyes. "It's a shame to hide those gorgeous eyes."

She kissed my lips, and I accepted her tongue. Her hands swept over my skin, softly, and I was laser-focused on each shift and slide. She didn't touch my tits, and she didn't touch my pussy, but every exposed inch of me came under her touch! At my feet she began. I had to imagine as she licked my soles and stuck her tongue between my toes and sucked on my big and pinky toes. I was on edge as she teased the inside of my thigh, dragging her tongue daringly close to my swollen vulva, but again she didn't lick clit or labia. She dragged her tongue over my bare mound. Exciting but far from making me cum.

She tickled my navel with her tongue, and licked the sides of my chest and breasts, never getting close to my nipples. Then it stopped. What was next? Her voice came next, soft and low and sexy.

"I like to make it last, my pet. The sweetest kind of torture; the kind that can last... all night." Her tongue pulled across my cheek to my ear and teased the edge of my earlobe."If I had let you cum at the club, you'd probably be asleep by now..." My nipple was teased next, but I didn't need to see to know they were already stiff as diamonds.

"Don't worry, my pet... you will cum tonight. But not... just... yet!" I kept expecting the bite of those clamps on my nipples. Instead I I felt something cold drop onto my elevated butthole. Her finger rubbed slickly over my pucker, and I felt myself clench involuntarily. Slowly, that tension eased, and her fingertip entered my bottom. Just a little, just the tip of her finger.

"Relax Bev... you're safe..." I had to admit this felt strangely good. More cool gel fell, and her finger went deeper... pushing slick lubricant into my backdoor before her finger withdrew. Oddly, I felt pleasure at the intrusion, and I felt pleasure with the withdrawal ... and then like something was missing!

"Surprised, Baby? You didn't think you'd enjoy it, did you?" I was...

"Yes, Molly... I liked it..." Her finger gently penetrated my sphincter again, and it felt good!. I concentrated on the feeling, so aware of the slow push and pull of her finger. I moand sotly as she fingerfucked my asshole!

"I think you're ready, my pet..." I nodded, though I knew she wasn't talking about my orgasm. I was ready for more... whatever that might entail. Her finger withdrew again, and more lubricant plopped onto my pucker.

Something firm and definitely not her finger pressed against my starfish, forcing my opening wider and wider and wider. I sucked in a deep gulp of air as my assholed stretched and something undeniably solid filled my rectum! All at once, the stretch ended as my utthole closed up around the neck of one of those plugs she'd laid out. However, the feeling, the presence of something inside me, back there, was both exciting and pleasing.

I lay there, bound, blind, and filled with silicone and trembling with my need to cum. I moaned softly, wondering what might come next. But now that my butt was full, could those dreaded nipple clamps be as terrible as I imagined?

Molly's voice was soft, concerned.

"Are you doing OK, babe?" I nodded, pressing my lips tightly together. "Good girl." I expected any moment to taste either pain or pleasure, but I knew she wasn't going to let me have my release, not yet. Once again, fingers lightly caressed my skin, drawing up my leg and side, over my stretched underarm, almost tickling. I couldn't tell which vibrator she'd chosen from the several she had laid out, but its rattling buzz was unmistakable!

She touched it to my inflamed nipple, and its buzzing spread through my tit. Her voice a seductive whisper.

"Feel that, pet? This is my finger vibe... just a little thig that slides over my finger..." She touched it to the plug, and its vibrations immediately made my body tense up. I felt it in my insides, I felt it in my pussy! I struggled against the ropes, but I couldn't get loose.

"Please, Moll... Oh, please!" I begged.

"Please, what, my pet?" Her voice was sweet, like she wasn't setting my teeth on edge.

"Please, let me cum, Molly... I'll eat your pussy! I'll eat your ass! Anything you want! Please let me CUM!" The buzzing in my bowel stopped, but not because the vibe had stopped. That brief respite let me relax just for a second before she touched the cool buzzing tip directly to my clit, and I was instantly on the edge of an orgasm! But again, she was just teasing!

"You mean like that, Babe?" she teased after that electric moment ended. I nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Molly, Please!" Her buzzing finger touched my clit again, and my toes clenched like my fists, and I thought as I pulled that I might break loose... but no. I was restrained, contained.. She touched her buzzing finger to my throbbing clit again, and my feet twisted and curled against the ropes around my ankles. And she could tell how close I was, because again she stopped!

"Aaaagggjjj! Please, Molly!" She knew exactly what she was doing!

"My, what a puddle under your cute little ass!" She blotted between my legs with a towel and put a straw into my mouth. I gratefully sucked on some tart sports drink, swallowing gulp after gulp. She didn't want me dehydrated... this wasn't torture for torture's sake! That reassured me.

"Perhaps I'm not being fair... you promised me something." I nodded."

"I'll eat your pussy..." I blurted."I'll do anything!" As I begged, her vibrating finger touched my clit again, with the predictable straining and groaning... but not quite long enough! Again! I felt the bed shifting, and I knew she was climbing on. Felt her straddle my head on the pillow. I could smell her pussy, and I knew she was going to sit on my face. I felt a moment of jealousy; I made her cum at the club, and she'd been teasing me for hours! But I had said I'd do anything...

I could feel the humid warmth on my face. A drop from her lips fell onto my face.

"Eat me, Bev. Eat my pussy and ass! Eat me like someone's watching!" My mind flashed on my lace-covered audience at the club. I was even more blind now, but I stuck my tongue out and licked, first jabbing smooth skin and then she shifted a bit and I was sliding my tongue against what had to be her asshole. I had never touched an asshole before, but I had learned tonight the pleasure of being anally stimulated! My own filled anus twitched as hers did when my tongue poked at it,

"Oh yes! That's my nasty pet!". I licked and she rocked her hips so that I was catching butthole and taint, and twat. She moaned and smeared my face full of her slick juices.

"Oh, fuck yeah, eat my nasty cunt, baby!" She shifted again, and I knew I was giving full attention to Molly's clit. "Yeah, right there! Just like that! Yeah!" Abruptly, she jerked spastically and might have fallen over had she not been holding onto the rail! knew she'd cum; the taste of her changed. After a long moment, she climbed off my face and sat down next to me.

"Damn, Bev... you do that so good, Baby." Somehow, in spite of her face ride my eyemask was still over my eyes.

"Are you going to untie me now?" I asked. She caressed my cheek gently, and then my breast.

"Of course not my pet. I made a promise I intend to keep!" She gave me a few swallows of sports drink, and then got off the bed. I could hear something, clinking sounds and cloth sounds... was she getting dressed? Apparently not because she climbed back onto the bed, this time between my legs.

"I promised you'd see fireworks and shooting stars." The vibrotor sound began again, and the plug in my ass began to buzz. The vibrations resonated through my pussy and made my clit throb anew! Something was different this time, though, and I felt something slick at the entrance of my pussy as well.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, my pet!" Her hands came down on either side of my chest, and her breasts pressed on mine, and she sank her cock into me with toe-curling slowness! My mouth opened, and she kissed me before she raised up on her arms and began to piston my pussy with that fat phallus! God, she was stroking me fast and deep, and the oozing in my butthole magnified the sensations as she banged me!

She has terrific stamina and was in no rush to quit. My poor, teased pussy was so ready though, and I came the first time faster than I'd ever cum from fucking before! She didn't slow, the buzzing spreading through me as another orgasm hit, my hips bucking, and an inarticulate cry erupted from my throat. And another, tugging at my belly button as I jerked against the ropes. And another. The vibrator was still buzzing under my butt, but not touching the plug anymore, but it didn't matter as still another orgasm convulsed through me! I was making senseless sounds, cries and squeaks and grunts, and growls like some animal.

All at once, Molly pulled her dick from me and pulled the plug from my ass with a stinging rush... and I came again, gushing a wet spurt onto the mattress!

"Oh, God!" I managed to cry. I'd lost count of how many times I came... I felt like my eyes must be crossed. My asshole felt like cool air was blowing in, and my pussy was twitching... my legs were trying to.

She pulled off the eyeshade, and for a moment, I was seeing double, so I closed my eyes as she kissed me again, reaching up to untie my wrist. When my wrists were free, she untied my feet, but I was so drained, so limp, still twitching... I just lay there draped over the wedge.

She snuggled next to me on her side and kissed me, and I kissed her.

"I... never came so many times in my life, Molly," I told her. "Sorry, I wet the bed." She laughed and kissed me gently. "Mostly you got me, but that's OK... haven't you ever squirted before?" I raised up, and she pulled the wedge out, and the vibrating egg rolled out from under me, and she turned it off.

"I never... not like tonight. I felt like a geyser... like a volcano erupting. I can't even count how many times I orgasmed." She kissed me again,

"That's the idea, Baby. The longer I make you wait, the harder and more you'll cum"

"Well, it works... I'm drained..." She got up and went to the bathroom, and came back with a plastic basin full of hot water and washrags. She handed me a wet rag.

"Wash your face, and I'll take care of you down here." I washed my face as she gently cleansed my privates and my butthole.

"Am I still hanging open?" I asked, and she giggled,

"Of course not. It was just a little plug."

She took the basin and rags away and came back with a towel to spread over my big wet spot. Climbing onto the bed with me, she covered us both with the comforter and snuggled up against me, warm and soft, and kissed my cheek from behind.

"G'night, Beverly."

"G'night, Molly. Next Friday... let's go back there again."