Blindfolded and Bound

When Kate and Paul invited her to dinner and binge watch the first three episodes of the new season, Christine had enthusiastically agreed. But that had been before her day today.

She'd barely touched her pasta -- handmade by Paul -- and couldn't say what the plot of the episode was to save her life. She was still stuck at work -- in that fucking meeting -- circling around what she'd said.

She was an idiot. An absolute moron. Why had she opened her mouth at all? The bosses were clearly satisfied talking to each other. She was only the project manager after all. She'd only printed out the numbers -- even penciling in a last minute verbal report to make sure she had the very latest.

But no.

She had opened her mouth, and everything she said was wrong. She'd stuttered over her point like an idiot while they all carefully looked around her.

What was she thinking of applying for the promotion? Doing the numbers was one thing, but...

Christine lost her spiral when Kate put her nicely manicured hand on her knee to still it. She flushed a little at the warm contact and shot her friend an apologetic smile.

Kate raised a questioning eyebrow, but let it drop after Christine shrugged. They both refocused on the show.

Well, Christine tried to focus on the show. She quickly lost herself to the inner spiral again, so much so, that she missed the silent exchange between Kate and Paul.

Somewhere between her general self-flagration and meeting her certain end -- melting into the earth -- Kate leaned in close. Her warmth radiated against her shoulder.

When she was sure she had Christine's focus, she whispered, "Come with me."

Without looking back, Kate got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen. It was an old house. None of that open concept stuff, so Christine couldn't see any further. She looked at Paul who only stared at her expectantly. The TV show she hadn't seen a wink of reflected off his glasses.

Christine got up and followed Kate into the kitchen. The tall brunette was waiting, leaning back casually against the counter. The angle of her body showed off her neck and toned shoulders. In her cream-colored tanktop, the woman's clavicles felt almost indecently highlighted against her tanned skin.

"You can stop this at any time." Kate didn't move from her lean. An elbow propped against the countertop. Long fingers resting on the marble. The other hand in the pocket of her loose linen slacks. Everything about her controlled and patient.

Standing up a bit taller, Christine scrunched her face in confusion, "Sorry, Kate..."

Without moving an inch or raising her voice, Kate silenced her. "You do not have permission to speak."

Not understanding what was happening, Christine blinked around the room as if the bowl of fresh fruit would give her a clue. And for a moment she sank in the same kind of awkward nervousness that had done her in at the meeting...

"Your safe word for this session will be flower." Kate interrupted her spiral again. Her friend moved her eyes, down and up, reading her with just a glance. The brunette sharpened her voice, but did not raise it. "Do you understand me?"

A trickle of relief cut through the noise in her head and chest. The question was clear enough.

"Yes?" Christine answered, winced at the uncertainty in her voice. Then immediately corrected her own questioning tone. "Yes."

Not flickering from her attention, Kate asked, "What do you understand?"

The sense of relief grew. She could answer this question too. "I can stop this. My safe word is flower."

Kate's lips curled up in a small smile. "Good girl."

With the surprise of those two syllables curling someplace deep in her, Christine's eyes startled to Kate and away and back again. She wanted to hide. She wanted Kate to say it again.

She let out a shaky exhale as she couldn't quite look directly at her friend. She didn't, as it turned out, think she understood after all. But unlike the meeting earlier, she felt...

Her stomach clenched and breathing shortened. She felt a flutter in her chest.

Christine chanced a glance at her friend.

Kate clearly hadn't missed a twitch. "Go stand facing the fridge."

Christine looked at the matte black fridge and then back at Kate with wide eyes.

"Do not make me repeat myself again tonight, girl." Kate's tone was a warning, though again her voice did not rise.

Christine stumbled over her own feet to stand in front of the fridge. In the moment, all she could think of was how much the custom appliance must have cost. Paul took home cooking to an expert level, and she knew it had been a tenth anniversary gift from Kate.

The matte finish reflected almost nothing. She could barely make out her own distorted image. But she sensed movement behind her, and she started to turn.

"Do not take your eyes off that fridge." Somehow Kate's voice behind her startled her. It was firm and melodic. The voice felt a stroke against her skin, and Christine didn't let her mind wander to the shivers it sent down her spine.

Christine shot her head back to stare at distorted reflections -- hers still and she could just barely make out Kate's moving behind her. She heard a few clattering sounds. But couldn't guess what was happening.

The silence stretched uncomfortably so long, she felt herself start to fidget again.

"You've been distracted and unfocused all evening, baby girl." Kate's voice hit her all at once, and the "baby girl" caused that internal thing in her to shiver. She felt it rise up her throat as if to whimper. Christine flushed hot and cold all at once.

Kate continued, "You've caused us to miss the first two episodes of the show, and I know you wanted to watch it too. So I'm going to help you focus. Reach up and put your hands on the top of the fridge now."

The cadence of Kate's voice grounded her back into herself, and Christine barely hesitated this time as she reached both hands up to grip the top of the fridge. It was an odd angle... well, this was all odd. She felt her top ride up her back as the cool air of the kitchen kissed her skin.

"There you go, baby, that wasn't hard." Kate's voice whispered from right beside her ear. Christine felt a tickle of fingers at her neck and warmth just touching her back. "None of this is going to be hard, okay? You just listen to my voice. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Kate." Christine felt the everpresent uncertainty slip away from her.

"I'm not Kate right now." The voice said, and Christine felt a finger trace the exposed line of her lower back. Involuntarily, she arched into it. "I'm Mistress."

Distracted by the touch, she didn't respond.

Then the soft finger turned into nails lightly dug into the flesh of her hip. The voice ordered, "Say it."

"Yes, Mistress," Christine agreed. It wasn't hard after all. Kate... Mistress was telling her exactly what she needed to do after all. Relief washed over her.

The fingers eased back into soft caress and then slipped around to her exposed stomach, stroking lightly in several circles. The fingers dipped just beneath her waistline and just below her bra.

Christine's breathing came in short bursts. She wasn't usually very aware of her body, but with the presence at her back and the fingers stroking her, she felt embraced by touch. She couldn't help but feel her skin and breath and blood beating hot.

"Good girl."

Christine shivered, and Mistress chuckled in her ear.

She knew she would probably be mortified later that so little could make her so obviously lose control. The little worm of embarrassment fed her urge to hide and she tried leaning away. At the first hint of escape, the fingers palmed around her waist, holding her firm, and the other hand slid a grip into her hair. The grip pulled her head back, and she could almost see Kate's... Mistress's face at the awkward angle.

Christine froze.

The instructions came softly and controlled directly in her left ear, and she rolled her eye to try to see. The fingers in her hair tightened, while those around her waist held.

"Do not pull away. You are not in charge. You do not get to decide unless you want to use your safe word. Do you want to use your safe word already, my good girl?"

At the question, the possibility of losing this contact, Christine couldn't help the whine that rose up in her throat.

Mistress corrected, "You have to use words."

She felt her whole body begin to flush at the thought of saying what she wanted out loud. The body behind her, holding her close and firm, waited patiently.

Christine's emotions flipped as she struggled with what she wanted and what she feared. But the arms around her seemed to lift her up.

In a moment of panicked bravery, she spoke. "No, Mistress, I don't want to use my safe word. I want this. Please."

"Very good," The hum of approval vibrated at her back, and Christine let out a relieved breath. With it came tears of relief and she let go into the embrace holding her up.

"You are so good. I know it can be scary to let go and say what you want." Mistress pressed her whole front against her, wrapping around her completely, her breasts against her back and the hollow of her hips slowly gyrated against her butt.

Mistress continued, "But see? All you have to do is follow all my instructions."

A rare moment of clarity washed over her. Christine nodded emphatically.

"Okay, now we're going to make you a little more comfortable." Mistress slipped her fingers from her hair and arm out from under her shirt, and Christine tried not to whimper in disappointment. But the hands briefly massaged her shoulders then found the top button of her shirt. Christine could see them as they confidently unbuttoned the top button, and then the next one and the next. The cloth of her basic black bra peaked through until her shirt hung open.

Mistress slid a hand up to her right wrist, pulling her hand down behind her back. She slid the right side of the shirt off Christine's shoulder and arm. Then replaced her hand on the top of the fridge, before doing the same with the left side of the button up. The kitchen's cool air pebbled her skin, but Mistress's warm hands drifted up and down her back, dipping low into her waistband before gliding back up to play with the edge of her bra.

Christine tried not to squirm or blush at the comfy old bra she put on for a night of watching shows. Not sexy.

"Not attached to this I hope?" Mistress asked lightly, not a hint of derision at the state of her bra.

Before she could think of an answer, she heard the familiar sound of scissors opening before cold metal pressed against her back between her shoulder blades, and the bra loosened around her. Christine's breasts, modest c-cups, felt like they could breathe and her pink nipples hardened immediately. With the snip of each strap, the scrap of fabric fell to the floor.

Humming, Mistress put the scissors on the counter, then retook her position immediately at her rear. Hands stroking her sides, teasing around her breasts. Mistress leaned fully against her again, and the pressure pushed her forward. Her nipples rubbed against the cold fridge. Mistress pulled her hips out, so Christine stood bent over. Then Mistress fully grinded her front against Christine's ass. She pushed her butt out further, and Mistress leaned forward to cup her now dangling breasts firmly. Mistress squeezed down until her fingers pinched Christine's sensitive nipples almost like she was milking a cow. She repeated the motion several times, getting firmer and firmer until it almost hurt. But the pressure and pain sent a wave of exhilarated pleasure down to her core.

Christine whimpered.

Mistress let go of her breasts and slid her fingers around Christine's waistband. At the odd angle of her position, Christine could see the fingers gracefully unbutton her jeans and unzip her fly. Without any hesitation, Mistress hooked her thumbs under her panties and shoved jeans and panties all the way down to her ankles. Christine could see her own neatly trimmed mound from this angle, and she was sure Mistress could see absolutely everything.

Warm hands rubbed her asschecks around and up, lifting her ass apart. Cool air hit her pussy lips and asshole each time they were exposed.

Christine had only felt as exposed at her gyno appointments. She knew she was visibility wet. She whimpered as she felt humiliated and hot all at once. She needed more.

Mistress finally caressed one hand all the way to her core and lightly stroked the outside of her pussy from top to bottom.

Christine squirmed as she tried to get more friction.

"Don't move," Mistress ordered with a sharp smack on her right ass check.

Christine gasped in surprise more than pain.

Then suddenly the hands left her body. Mistress's feet retreated from view. For the first time, she felt incredibly naked just bent over in the kitchen with Paul a room over.

Before Christine could decide whether this was enough. Kate's hand pulled her right arm around and placed her hand to grip Christine's right cheek, and then did the same to the left to left, so she was spreading her own asschecks with her head resting against the fridge.

"Such a pink little cunt, you have. So pretty. I'm going to want to remember this." Kate remarked, and the telltale sound of a phone camera clicking brought Christine out of it so fast.

She dropped her hands and started to whirl around, but before she could turn around and demand whatever photos be deleted, Kate was all over her. The woman was taller, and used her leverage to advantage. She bent Christine over, brought her to the tile floor, and gripped her arms tight. The shock of the cold tiles on her naked body and the suddenness of the move froze her.

In her ear, Kate hissed, "What did I tell you?"

Christine squirmed like worm.

Kate pulled a nipple and pinched hard.

Christine breathlessly squealed and fully stilled under Kate's weight.

"What did I tell you?" Kate asked again, gripping Christine's neck and pressing her face into the floor.

She managed a gasped answer, "Not to move."

"And what did you do?" Mistress demanded.

"Moved." She answered. Her emotions ran wild with her stupidity tingled with fear. Christine couldn't stop the tears. "sssSorry, misstress."

"What did I tell you, pet?" The voice whispered, "Just do what I say."

With the cold floor under her and Mistress's warmth on top, Christine let the tension drain from her naked body. All she had to do was listen to Mistress's voice.

That was all she had to do.

Mistress praised her as she went fully limp, "That's good, little pet, just like that."

Christine tried to nod in agreement.

"Okay, I'm glad you've realized what you have to do, baby," Mistress soothed. She slide the hand on her neck up into her scalp and twisted Christine's head to create eye contact. "But you broke the rules, so we're going to have to take care of that, okay?"

As Mistress stood, the hand pulled her hair and twisted her up off the floor in an odd angle. Christine could only agree. "Okay, Mistress."

"Good girl. Now I'm going to leave you for a few moments, but you're going to stay exactly where you are." Kate instructed. The hands lifted, but Chrsitine didn't twitch.

Facing the matte black of the fridge, she couldn't see, but she heard footsteps leave the room, quiet voices, and then Mistress return.

"Good girl, you didn't move." Kate praised as if to a child, but Christine only felt relief at doing a good job.

Mistress pulled her arms behind her back again, and this time, she felt hard metal against wrists as she was handcuffed. Next Mistress pulled her hair again and slipped a mask over head. Even the reflection of the fridge went dark.

Mistress ordered, "Come with me."

Disoriented, Christine honestly had no idea where they were going. She just let the hand guide her. The temperature of the air against her skin warmed. She felt the soft rug under her feet, then hardwood, then rug again.

A door opened.

Then her knees bumped into something, and Mistress pushed her over a soft bench. With her hands behind her, she couldn't resist even if she wanted to. The bench was high enough that her feet just touched the ground. Mistress pushed her ankles apart and something latched over them. She couldn't close her legs at all. Mistress pressed her into the bench, squishing her breasts and the breath right out of her. Then she gripped the back of Christine's neck.

"Okay, now, baby girl, since you disobeyed me, we're going to have to teach you some discipline," Mistress's voice spoke calmly and surely from next to her ear. The hand on her neck massaged.

At the word discipline, Christine shivered and attempted to squirm. A sharp spank on her butt surprised her, and she froze.

"Girl, you are getting yourself in deeper with all this." Mistress warned. "Be still, and it will be over soon. You may even like it. But keep acting up, and we'll take this to the next level."

Christine managed, "Yes, Mistress."

The hand on her neck loosened into a gentle caress.

She heard the sound of a leather belt sliding from pants.

"How many is she getting, love?"

The deep voice of Paul shook her.

Christine was a lesbian. Kate seeing her naked and spread apart was one thing, but Paul?

Christine struggled against the restraints. "Kate, no, not Paul."

"Oh, baby girl, I'm so disappointed in you right now." Kate's voice now came from behind her. There was a squirting bottle sound and something cold and wet landed on her ass and thighs. Hands, and she was sure they were Kates, rubbed the wetness all over her thighs and backside. Fingers slipped between her pussy lips, and a shock of electricity went up her as Kate rubbed her clit. "We can stop this right now, pet, but you have to say the word."

Kate kept touching her, hot and fast. Christine involuntarily rubbed back against Kate's hand.

"Say the word and we stop." Kate's hand moved away, leaving her panting and squirming for more.

"No," Christine was so close. She needed it. Blindfolded and bound, it didn't seem to matter to her body that Paul was in the room. If Kate... Mistress just slid a finger into her, she would explode.

"What was that?" Mistress asked.

"Don't... don't stop." Christine moaned out. "Please, Mistress, don't stop."

The hand gently rubbed up and down her ass again. This time not quite touching her core. "Okay, tell me what you want, pet. You have to say the words."

Christine shivered from her desire and fear all at once. She wasn't sure how this had happened. She whimpered as a feather light stroke traced her outer lips.

"Say that you want this discipline, little girl."

The finger brushed too lightly against her clit.

She panted, "Please, Mistress, I want this. Please, discipline me."

"Good girl." The hand left her entirely. And then the sound of leather against skin registered before the sensation did.

Christine yelped as hot pain ran through her. Before she could protest or move or anything, a sudden flurry of strikes rained down against her ass. She couldn't even scream. The sensation -- was it pain? surprise? -- was so overwhelming.

And then nothing.

"Breathe, baby girl, breathe," Mistress came around and held her face. Under the mask, Christine couldn't see, but Mistress cooed, and she breathed out a gasping breath, almost a sob.

Mistress took the opportunity to stick two fingers into her mouth. "Suck."

All she could do was suck as Mistress thrust her fingers into her throat, in and out, in and out. Her ass felt on fire. Behind her, she heard Paul take a swallow of liquid.

"You're doing so good, baby, so good taking all this." Mistress lodged her fingers deeper and Christine gagged. "You're almost done with the discipline, and you'll remember this lesson. You'll be better, won't you?"

Christine tried to agree with the fingers swirling in her mouth. She would remember this lesson. She just needed to listen to Mistress. That's all she needed to do.

Mistress removed her fingers, and then... the strikes came deliberately now, like the steady beats of a metronome. There was just enough time between them to hope that it was over. When she no longer felt anything but fire, Paul changed it up. He got her right thigh and then left. Back and forth, slowly.

When it was already almost too much, Christine felt still wet fingers into slide into her center and find her clit. Her body felt like it was short circuiting.

She couldn't understand the sensations anymore. She wanted it to stop. She wanted it.

A whining plaintive noise filled the room, and it took her a moment to realize she was making the noise. Mistress rubbed harder. She was going to come. She was going to...

Mistress removed her hand just as she was on the brink of an orgasm, and then Christine screamed out as Paul belted her pussy over the sobbing edge.

Christine was aware she was cold and uncomfortable as she blinked back into her senses. The mask and handcuffs had been removed. Her arms hung on either side of the bench. But her ankles were still attached. Her ass was on fire and her pussy ached.

The second thing she was aware of was Kate and Paul making out in front of her. They were both still fully clothed. But the sight of Kate straddling his lap, his hands on her breasts, her hands in his thick hair as they kissed was enough.

Christine let out a squeak as her clit seemed to come back to life.

Pulling his lip as they broke apart, Kate said, “Finally back with us, pet?”

“Yes,” Christine began, but the sound turned into a croak.

“Awww,” Kate slipped off her husband’s lap and brought over a water bottle. “Open up.”

Christine opened her mouth, and Kate poured water over her, then into her mouth. She swallowed and shivered as water droplets spilled down her chin.

“Better?” Kate smiled and tenderly wiped her chin.

Christine did not have it in her to resist. She felt a bundle of confusion, but she let that slip away. All she had to do was listen. “Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress’s smile widened, pleased, and she stroked Christine’s sweaty hair off her forehead.

Standing, Paul took off his shirt and commented, “What a good pain slut.”

Christine blanked. Later she wouldn’t be sure if it was the sight of him topless or his words, but she managed to protest. “I’m not…”

“Baby girl,” Mistress took her chin in hand and stared her down, “Don’t lie now.”

Christine silenced herself.

“Did you not just have the best orgasm of your life?” Mistress raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“…I…” Christine hesitated. She had just had the best orgasm of her life. That was true.

Mistress saw her answer and asked another question, “Did you not just beg for it?”

Christine felt helpless in the face of the truth. She felt the protest die in meekness, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. We can only give you what you need if you’re honest with yourself and us.” Mistress held her chin firmly a moment more to make sure the point landed.

“Yes, Mistress.” Christine agreed. She had needed that. She’d needed to be held and grounded and disciplined.

Mistress grinned a brilliant pleased smile, and it warmed her to her core.

“Now we get to the fun part.”

Christine hadn’t thought she could be more surprised. If that wasn’t the fun part...