Cross posted from Butch Femme BDSM
“Mary!” Bess voice startled her, “I wasn’t expecting you.” Mary looked at Bess, mouth open, eyes wide, she looked down at the large cock in her hand, dropped it and headed for the door. “Sorry it’s obviously not convenient” she babbled as she pushed past Bess and left. Mary hurried back to her own home and only when the door was safely closed behind her did she allow herself to really think about what she’d seen. Mary was by no means naive, she read and watched TV, she even used the internet so what she’d seen was not a complete mystery. She didn’t know if she should be horrified or outraged or upset or disgusted. It was obvious where Bess’ interests lay and just as well they had not properly rekindled their friendship. Her phone rang, she looked at the display to see Bess’s name insistently illuminated with each ring, she placed it face down on the table and went about her evening routine determined to never see Bess again.
The next morning Mary woke early from half remembered dreams, disturbed to find her hand resting on the moist patch between her legs. She got up and made tea, she wondered about Bess, would she be embarrassed and ashamed that Mary had found out her secret. In her mind Mary went through each item contemplating the possible uses, wondering about the kinds of people who partook of such activities. She thought about the ropes, the chains, the cane and the crop, she wondered about those leather wrist bands and could still feel the weight of the cock in her hand. It made her stomach feel unsettled and odd.
She walked the dog, her unconscious footsteps skirting the edge of town until somehow she was on the hill overlooking Bess’ house. She stared down at the neat garden for several minutes as the dog skipped around her ankles. Suddenly he barked, he’d seen Bess come through the front door, suitcase in hand, she unlocked her car and threw it in the boot. Mary ducked down, grabbed the dog and hushed him desperate that Bess wouldn’t see her. A branch scratched her arm and her knees ached but she didn’t move or make a sound as she watched Bess finish loading her car and drive off. Mary remained where she was for several minutes unable to fathom the mixture of emotions surging through her. Finally she stood up to make her way home, muddy, aching and with a feeling of desolation flooding over her.
All week Mary tried to forget Bess and her sordid secret, she kept busy, she saw friends, she did anything to distract her mind. But it was impossible, Bess had become such a part of her life so quickly that she couldn’t help but miss her even though she was angry and shocked. Every time she thought about the trunk and its contents her stomach twisted in knots, it seemed so wrong, so surprising that kind Bess could enjoy that kind of sexual activity. Tying people up, beating them, Mary’s head insisted it was shameful, disgusting, and perverse, yet every time it she thought about it unbidden wetness formed between her legs.
Friday dawned and when the letterbox clattered, Mary retrieved the single letter. She looked at the familiar yet strange hand writing that simply said “Mary”. She debated whether to open the letter her curiosity finally winning as she convinced herself that she deserved the apology she knew would be inside. She was wrong, there was no apology just a simple instruction. “Come tonight at 7pm. Your questions will be answered. Bess” Mary threw the letter to one side, how dare she assume that she would go running back to that house with its dirty secrets.
All day Mary was determined not to go but at 5.30 she showered and dressed carefully in her favorite dress. She told herself she would go to the cinema in town or for a meal at the new restaurant she had wanted to try. At 6.30 she fed the dog and locked the windows, at 6.45 she left the house and by 6.55 she was at Bess’ gate. She looked at the house, warm friendly lights shone from the sitting room window drawing her in. She walked slowly down the path and took a deep breath before ringing the bell.
Bess answered promptly and Mary somehow wasn’t surprised to find no hint of shame or remorse on Bess’ face. “Good evening Mary” Bess smiled “I’m glad you came although I would have been surprised if you hadn’t”
Mary felt like she should be indignant at the remark but deep down she knew that Bess was right, she was always going to come. They made their way into the sitting room and Bess poured wine for them both. “Sit down Mary” she said and Mary obediently did. She waited for Bess to speak, she sipped her wine and waited some more. Bess was considering her carefully and Mary could feel a slight flush spread across her cheeks.
“Mary” Bess finally spoke “I’m not going to deny what you saw or apologize for it. If you want we can just pretend it doesn’t exist and continue to be friends” she paused. Mary took another sip of her drink feeling sure there was more to come.
“Or I can show you. Help you experience something new and exciting. What do you think Mary?” Bess held her eyes, waiting for a response. Mary swallowed, her head felt light and incoherent. She opened her mouth but no words came because she didn’t know how to admit her real desire.
“I think you know deep down Mary that the second option is the one which would make our friendship so much more fulfilling.” Bess’ eyes were shining. She held out her hand “Would you like to come upstairs Mary?” Compelled by Bess’ voice and the growing desire in the pit of her stomach and between her legs, she took Bess’ hand. Mary felt suddenly calm as she followed Bess up the stairs, forgetting all the anxiety and worry of the previous week she placed her trust in Bess. They entered the bedroom and Bess paused “The trunk is there Mary, have another look. Anything you don’t understand ask”
Glancing at Bess for reassurance and being granted it with a smile she moved over to the trunk which sat proudly against one wall. She opened it but this time she took her time examining the contents, it was all there, the chains, rope and leather cuffs, the cane, whip and crop. When she realized the large cock was missing she felt weak, she wondered, hoped she knew where it was and where it would soon be. In the far corner of the room there was a high backed armless chair, flanked by a low table, making her way over to the table Mary examined the various implements laid out, and started to give in to the immense sexual desire flooding through her veins. She realized that Bess was standing beside her resting her hand lightly on her lower back.
Bess smiled “Would you like to ask anything?”
“No.” she said firmly “Show me” she turned to face Bess who pulled her close and kissed her, firmly, tenderly. She pulled Mary’s arms gently behind her back and held them there, waiting for a hint of resistance but none came. Mary leaned into Bess, pressing her body as close as she could to show Bess this is what she wanted. When Bess pulled away Mary could sense the shift in her, a new edge that made her shiver with anticipation.
Bess sat down on the chair and pulled Mary towards her, “Do as I say Mary.” She warned as she guided her down over her knee. And then it began, gentle taps at first barely noticeable through her clothes but gradually getting harder. As the pace increased the reality dawned on Mary that she was lying across Bess’ knee being spanked and every blow was making her wetter. She moaned and Bess checked that she was ok. “Please don’t stop Bess”
Bess lifted her dress, pulled it right up around her waist, making Mary acutely aware of how exposed she was. Now Bess’ hand made contact with the bare flesh of her thighs as well as the parts of her bottom still partially decent in knickers. Mary allowed herself to sink into the sensations, folded over Bess’ lap willing and wet. Bess talked, encouraged and scolded, warned when she was about to hit hard, soothed when Mary cried out.
After too short a time or so it seemed to Mary Bess instructed her to stand and hold her dress up round her waist. Mary obeyed, it seemed so natural to be stood here showing Bess her knickers her cheeks warm from Bess’ strong hands. Bess turned the chair around and bent Mary over it, “Keep that dress held high”, the cold steel in her voice making Mary want her more. A minute or so passed while Bess was quiet and Mary waited, then suddenly Mary’s knickers were down, hanging pointlessly at her knees, her bottom, her clit, her cunt revealed to Bess. Mary could feel her eyes, knew her most intimate parts were being scrutinized and the knowledge made her wetter, a trickle of desire making its way slowly down her inner thigh.
Bess admired out loud Mary’s wetness, the beauty of her clit and helpfully expressed her intention to possess Mary’s cunt and make it her own. Then Mary felt pain, stinging across both of her bare cheeks, a delightfully new sensation, piercing and clear. Again it came, lower but with as much force and while it faded to dull heat a third stroke knocked Mary’s brain into gear. She was being caned, the knowledge, the pain, the closeness of the cane’s mistress were almost too much for Mary. She had never felt so turned on, so filled with sexual need. Three more strikes and Bess put the cane down, Mary was breathing hard, still in position and ready to be taken by Bess.
Bess turned her, unfastened her dress and slipped it off, she removed her bra and discarded her knickers. Mary was naked, bare and aching for climax. “Lie on the bed” Bess commanded and of course Mary obeyed. Bess pulled her arms over her head and tied her wrists securely to the headboard. Mary’s breathing was thick, all her senses alive as she felt the ropes being tied round each ankle and her legs being pulled apart so she was spread wide open. Then Bess was kneeling between her legs Mary gasped at the bulge in her boxers, felt her soaked cunt contract eagerly as Bess pulled her cock free. She locked eyes with Mary and stroked her cock “Is this what you want?”
Somehow Mary managed a “Yes” barely finishing the word before Bess plunged deep inside her. As Bess fucked her, took possession of her, filled her in a way she had never imagined Mary knew she’d found what she had been looking for.
