This represents a different direction for me, an attempt to explore my dark side, as one person I have met through Literotica, called it.
My online journey has taken several different turnings so far - one or two provide me with much needed humour and teasing, another is a source of great joy, some have been painful and I have been fortunate to be able to change direction away from them.
My greatest threat or risk is my tendency to be submissive - it might even be a craving. I find saying 'No' really difficult.
Sometimes, I think I must need to be hurt – so I can be coerced – otherwise why do I find the following fantasy so arousing?
The orchid also seems to have significance – to me it represents a very sophisticated bloom, very difficult to cultivate, but if it is kept away from direct sunlight it opens its virginal petals to reveal a very erotic core.
My new direction….. An Exploited Submissive
Rory and his partner had taken pity on me…. I’d met him at the Yoga class – he was a very good listener and made me laugh to help me relax. I found it very easy to tell him about my problems, we chatted regularly during the coffee break. He seemed to be a good friend of the tutor, they exchanged comments at the start and end of each class – so I made the leap and thought I could trust him.
My confidences became more revealing, it was cathartic, confessing my problems with previous boyfriends. The latest of them had ripped me off, doing a moonlight flit with my deposit for the apartment we shared, so I was just about to be evicted.
He was attractive in that older man, slightly battered but very experienced, way – laughter crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He had a way of looking deep into your eyes, pausing when he spoke, so you felt as though you were the only woman in the world; though I was sure he thought I was young enough to be his daughter – if he had one. He felt like a safe pair of hands – and he had a partner. I wished he had been my father, or perhaps uncle – given the little frisson of excitement I felt when I saw he was at class.
So over the weeks I sought him out at coffee breaks, until one night he suggested that I came and met his partner, for a drink after class. By this time I had told him all about my sexual experiences and my craving for some stability in my life – I was fed up with immature, shallow, selfish boys and wanted a strong man to rely on.
We met Rory’s partner at a local wine bar, she was about the same age as him – difficult to tell though as she looked after herself, obviously worked out and moisturised. Jane shook my hand as I sat down, she had a firm grip and like Rory looked directly into my eyes.
We chatted over a bottle of wine, Jane asking me lots of questions. It was so easy to talk to her as well – she had asked Rory to get another bottle, saying, “Let us women get to know each other, take your time…” I gave her a potted history of my relatively short list of boyfriends – talking, with her encouragement, about how my desire to belong had enabled them to manipulate me into humiliating sexual activities. She looked into my eyes and squeezed my hand, saying, “I can sympathise, approval seeking makes us all do things we regret.” Before I could say any more Rory had returned with another bottle.
He mentioned that he had told Jane about my forthcoming eviction and that they had a plan they wanted to put to me. I was all ears. Both of them looked at me and Rory explained what they had in mind.
He said, “You won’t have anywhere to live and so we’d like you to come and stay with us, until you find your feet. This isn’t charity, once you find a better job you can contribute to the household expenses; in the meantime we’d just be happy of you looked after our cats when we go out for the evening or away that the weekend. You aren’t allergic to cats are you? How does that sound?”
That sounded too good to be true, I leapt at it. “Oh yes, that would be great. I love cats.”
Rory said, “We need some ground rules, so we all understand what to expect from each other – we don’t want other people, that we don’t know, in our home so we’d expect you to not to invite any friends back, we will respect your privacy and vice versa – is that OK?”
I nodded, that was fine with me – I didn’t want the latest lowlife muscling in on my new-found luck and loved the idea of some privacy.
We agreed that I would move in at the weekend, have a day to get the cats used to me and then Rory and Jane would leave me to settle in on my own and go to their house in the country for Saturday and Sunday.
I duly moved in, with my meagre possessions, on Friday. Rory and Jane were there to help me get my room the way I wanted it – it was pretty much perfect. We had coffee in the living room and I met the two cats – beautiful Siamese with deep blue eyes and plaintive voices, one of them immediately settled on my lap prompting a comment from Jane, “She obviously recognises a kindred spirit, that’s an honour.” I didn’t see the significance of that remark, that the cats had strictly limited freedom, until much later and to be honest it might not have made any difference if I had.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, being shown where everything was, how the appliances worked, the cats’ domestic routine, shopping for their food and mine, getting my own front door key cut, eating the delicious meal that Rory cooked, getting mildly drunk on their lovely wine, a deep bath in my own bathroom and finally snuggling down in the huge bed. I had died and gone to heaven.
As I lay in bed, waiting for sleep to come, I ran through the rules we had agreed, everything seemed sensible – I had only one thing that made me curious – the emphasis that both of them put on their privacy – I was not, under any circumstances, to enter their bedroom, they mentioned this several times – they even said that the cats weren’t allowed in there.
This thought swirled around my mind as I slept.
On the Saturday morning I helped them pack their car, was given a hug by both of them and waved as the car left. I planned to laze about and read until they got back. I got myself a drink and settled down on one of the large sofas, with both cats draped over me, to read a long novel. Every so often I got up, to let the cats out into the small walled garden, to prepare their food or my own.
By early evening I was reaching the end of the novel and beginning to get a little bored, the cats must have sensed this and started getting rather skittish, running from one end of the apartment to the other, sliding on the woodblock floor and calling to each other.
I went and had a shower and dressed in the fluffy white towelling bathrobe I decided to check on the cat before putting on a DVD. The male was curled up on the sofa in the dent left by my body, the female was nowhere to be seen. I called as I walked down the hall and to my horror noticed that my hosts’ bedroom door was open.
I put my head around the door to see the other cat disappearing underneath the bed. I debated whether to leave it, but decided it would be better to get it out and then close the door firmly.
I walked across the room to the super king sized bed, as I reached it my foot knocked a remote controller on the floor. The noise from the TV made me jump, I turned to see a video of a naked woman showing on the 50 inch plasma screen on the opposite wall. Her body filled the screen. I could see she was aroused, the light glinted on the juice on her fingers stimulating her clit.
I watched, fascinated, as she rubbed her juice on to her hardened nipples. The camera panned back to enable to me to see how she stroked between her breasts and her slit, spreading her juice as she went. As she pinched and rolled her clit she arched her back and moaned, her legs were spread wide and I could clearly see her vagina opening and closing, slowly pushing out juice as it did so.
Her moans became louder, it was this as much as the images that kept me transfixed. I have an active libido and it had been a sexless month or so since the last boyfriend had left, the noises were beginning to get to me. Believe me I’m straight but was getting severely turned on. The arousal I was experiencing made me little light headed and so I sat down on the bed, my hand jammed between my thighs. As I did so I saw the woman turn onto her knees and present her rear to the camera. As the lens zoomed in I could see her fingers working her clit and sliding into her vagina, the microphone picked up the noises, slurping and squelching as she finger fucked herself. Again the camera panned up her body and as I watched the woman turned her head. My reaction was immediate, I had a massive vaginal contraction, it was Jane. She looked into the camera and it seemed into my eyes. Suddenly I was wet. I could se she was close to orgasming, she moved her fingers faster and I could hear her panting. Her labia were bright red and glistening with juice. She shrieked, “I’m cumming,” and I saw juice squirting from her vagina, onto the bed. At that point the screen went dark.
For a second I did nothing, frozen by the implications of what I had witnessed; then my body took over. I lay back on the quilt and started to rub my already sopping clit. I replayed the video and mimicked what Jane had done. At some point I shed the robe and put it under me. I just reached the point of kneeling and was sliding my fingers up my swollen vagina when I became aware of a noise. I looked over my shoulder to see Jane and Rory standing in the doorway. I shot off the bed and stood in front of them, my hands over my mound in a futile attempt to cover my arousal.
“You little slut,” hissed Jane, “how dare you defile my bed.” She turned to Rory, who shrugged his shoulders and commented, “We told you the rules, there is no alternative, you’ll have to leave.”
I babbled, “The cat came in and I knew it wasn’t allowed…… I trod on the remote control…..”. I pleaded, “Please let me stay, I’ll do anything to make up for what I’ve done, please don’t throw me out.” I reached out to Jane and she looked deep into my eyes, I felt a huge shudder move from my vagina to radiate out through my body. She saw it and smiled, “What a horny slut you are, maybe we could find a use for you. But first you have to be punished.” With this she looked at Rory, who nodded.
She leant over and twisted one of my nipples, hard. I yelped and shivered. She pulled me by my nipple over to a large cupboard that she opened. She pushed me down on the bench that ran its width and jammed each wrist through a strap located by my hips. This pulled me back onto the bench and had the effect of raising my hips so my vagina would be clearly visible when my ankles were tethered to the bench legs.
She selected a narrow switch from the rack mounted on the inside of the cupboard door. She started to hit me on my thighs, arms and breasts – not so hard as to break the skin or cause bruises, but enough to sting and redden the skin. This was both agony and ecstasy, I moaned, shivered and shuddered. My vagina convulsed and juice seeped out onto the bench, I was longing for release. I pleaded, “Please, please…”
Jane grasped my chin, “Look at me,” she ordered. As I did so she stood aside and I saw to my horror that Rory had a camera trained on me. “We want to make sure you remember your punishment,” she said.
She continued, “That was just the first part – physical pain, now you are going to experience a different kind of pain – denial.”
Rory set the camera up on a tripod, to one side of the room. Jane returned to my field of vision and started to take her clothes off. “You saw the video, now lets see how long you can last watching the real thing.”
She stood in front of me, within touching distance. I could smell her perfume. She sucked her fingers and wet her nipples, I felt mine harden further in sympathy. She gently scratched her finger nails across her breasts and down to her mound. I arched my back involuntarily, my breasts ached.
She inserted one finger into her slit and the spread her legs so I could see her clit. She then scratched her clit very softly with a finger nail and I could see the juice wicking up her finger. This made me shudder and arch again, I strained against the tethers. I so longed for it to be me. She coated her finger with her juice and brought it to her lips, running it along her upper lip and then into her mouth. She put one leg up on the bench next me and inserted three fingers into her vagina and as I watched, she thrust them in and out. I was overtaken by uncontrollable shudders. I could smell her arousal and hear the result. A whimper started in my throat, accentuated by the shivers. Jane smiled when she heard this.
“Oh yes, my little freckled slut, suffer…” she said as she laughed.
She inserted all four fingers into her vagina and thrust faster, I could see an orgasmic flush spreading across her breasts and up her neck, and she licked her lips and panted louder. “I’m going to cum soon,” she said, as she arched her back and thrust her mound even closer to my face. I could see the place the skin changed in texture and colour as it went inside her vagina, I could see the head of her clit as it convulsed in and out of its sheath, I could see juice oozing out of the little glands that lined the tender skin between her clit and vagina. I saw the start of her orgasm, when a standing wave began at her clit and moved down to her anal rose and then I was showered with her juice as the contractions made her squirt. I licked my lips and the sweet taste of her pushed me over the edge.
I started to beg, I was shivering and shuddering, “Please, please, I need…”
She opened her eyes and asked, “What, what is it you want?”
“I need to cum,” I replied.
“Not yet, “ she said, “you have to suffer a bit more pain.”
She turned to look at Rory and smiled at him. He was sporting a huge erection that was making a circus marquee of his pants.
“Come here, my darling,” she said, as she knelt down between my legs. He pulled off his pants and boxers, freeing his twitching cock. In two strides he was in front of her and rubbing his cock across her lips. I could see the pre-cum smearing across her soft skin. She opened her lips and took him deep into her mouth.
He groaned and thrust as he looked deep into my eyes. Like before I felt my body respond as though he was thrusting deep inside me. I couldn’t help it, I rocked my body in time to his thrusts.
He was so close I could smell the musky aroma of his scrotum. She reached between his legs and I could see her hand moving as she must be gently scratching around his anal ring. He responded by arching towards her and smiling at me. He held her head gently in his hands as he moved his cock in and out. I could see him getting harder and more aroused, the skin on his prick stretching and getting shiny. As his rhythm got faster I could a sheen of sweat forming on his chest and abdomen, it glistened on the hairs curled above his prick. I could here him breathing heavily.
“Are you ready for me, dearest?” he said to Jane, “I’m cumming,” he shouted as he bent backwards and pushed his cock forward. He bucked as he came and Jane took it all in her mouth. As he pulled back Jane leaned over me and let his semen dribble down my breasts. I could feel it burning a trail all the way to my mound.
I carried on whimpering and rocking, even I could hear my juice making squelching noises as it filled the gaps between my thighs and the bench.
I was panting and quivering, completely out of control now. I was briefly aware of Rory moving the camera and coming in close to record ever detail of my reactions. I was past caring about what happened to me now – I was one huge pulsing need.
Jane reached down and released my ankles. “Now its stage 3 of your punishment,” she paused, “you can have release but you aren’t allowed to touch yourself.” With that she undid my wrists and pulled me to my feet. “To make sure you don’t touch yourself I’m going to tie your wrists behind your back”. She took a large cable tie from the cupboard and pulled it quite tight around my wrists.
“Have a good look at yourself, “ she said as she pulled me in front of the wall mirror.
As I looked down my body I could see the sexual flush making my freckled skin even rosier, my engorged breasts and hugely erect nipples, the semen coating my breast and abdomen, my clit protruding from my labia and the juice that had spread down my inner thighs.
I was so aroused I didn’t know what to do with myself – seeing that arousal made it worse. I need to rub my clit but didn’t have the means to do it.
I looked pleadingly at Rory, he beckoned me over to where he was sitting and holding the camera. He moved his thigh into my line of vision and said, “I’m not going to touch you but I won’t stop you touching me.” He lifted the camera to record me approaching him. I knew getting his prick inside me was not allowed so I went for the next best thing and spread my thighs either side of one of his legs and started to rub my clit up and down his thigh. It was heaven and I soon reached a peak. I didn’t think I could shudder that hard but it seemed to go on for ever as my vagina contracted and expanded and I squirted all over his thigh and down his calf.
I slid down his leg to lie at his feet on the floor. He looked down at me, saying, “Good girl, we’ll clean you up and then we can discuss how you are going to make up for the bad thing you have done.”
I nod at him and smile weakly. Maybe they will let me stay after all.
