Her turn (F/F) COMPLETE
Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2021 7:39 am
My 2nd story. The tone is very different from my first one (http://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=1 ... 6a2de13a16), so if you read that one, this isn't more of the same.
Once again, feedback is appreciated.
Mila opened the door to her house and stepped inside. She kicked off her shoes, took off her coat and hung it on a rack. She pulled her phone out of her purse, turned it off, slipped it back into her purse and laid the purse on a table. She then started to undress, leaving each item of clothing neatly folded on a chair beside the table. Once her panties landed on the chair, she stood naked as the day she’d been born except for a narrow leather band buckled around her neck. She walked down the hallway, heading further into the house. On the way, she passed a full-length mirror and took a quick glance. Still in decent shape, she noted with a smile. She’d never been especially thin, but the few ‘extra’ pounds - her doctor said they were, indeed, very few and mostly on her legs - were no detriment to her looks. A small tattoo depicting a stylized mountain skyline decorated her left calf. Her breasts were a little on the flat side, but she considered it more of a blessing than a curse - for a runner, having double-Ds would have been a problem she could do without. The fifty-plus-mile races she liked had plenty of problems in themselves.
Running her fingers through her dirty-blonde hair, Mila walked down another hallway and stopped at a door. She opened it and stepped into a two-by-three-meter room that looked like an empty wardrobe. There were only three items on the shelf at the back of the room.
She stepped in , leaving the door slightly open. First she picked up the ball gag from the shelf. Opening her mouth, she worked the red rubber ball behind her teeth and buckled the straps behind her head and under her chin.
Next she picked up the blindfold, raised it to her face and buckled the strap behind her head. She turned her head this way and that, making sure everything was secure yet comfortable before reaching for the handcuffs. Working blind, she locked the cuffs around her wrists behind her back.
She stood in the back of the room, facing the wall, bound, gagged and blind, with no choice but to wait.
Mila knew she’d have to wait for a while. She had no idea how long it would be - and in any case she had no way to tell the passing of time. No ticking of a clock, no sounds from the outside, nothing. In her own private darkness, all she could do was feel the cuffs around her wrists, the gag in her mouth, the blindfold on her eyes and the carpet under her bare feet. She could only stand there and wait - which she wanted to do. She felt a kind of calm she only ever felt at times like this. She had given up control of the situation, so she no longer had to worry what was to come. She could also feel the first sparks of arousal tingling between her legs.
The sound of the door opening roused Mila from her thoughts. Someone had come in. _She_ had come in. There was the sound of clothes being taken off - and then the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Her Mistress took her time. She knew where she’d find Mila.
The door squeaked ever so slightly as it opened.
“Oh, here you are, my dear. So lovely to see you.”
Mila stood still. She could feel Mistress’ eyes on her, savoring the sight of the bound woman.
“Turn around. Walk toward me.”
Mila turned and took a careful step forward. As much as she trusted Mistress, it was unnerving to walk blindfolded without her hands to feel her way with.
“A tiny bit to your left.”
Mila corrected her direction.
“Stop.”
She stopped. A soft hand touched her cheek.
“Oh, you lovely girl. So very lovely. I am so fortunate to have you.” Leather creaked. “I am so proud of you”, the Mistress said, her face so close that Mila could feel her breath on her skin. The words sank into her, making her feel warm inside.
“Will you be mine?”
Mila nodded. Mistress clipped a leash on Mila’s collar.
“Follow me, my dear.”
Mistress led Mila out of the wardrobe by the leash. Mila was almost certain her Mistress was walking slower so she could admire her. They walked to the living room.
“Stop here.” Mila heard the Mistress sit down in an easy chair.
“Kneel.”
Mila bent her knees, easing herself lower until she could fall to her knees. She sat on her heels, spreading her thighs. The Mistress’ hand stroked her face around the blindfold and gag.
“Such a beautiful girl. You make me so very happy.” She then reached behind Mila’s head and unbuckled the gag. Mila licked her lips as the ball came free.
“Do I make you happy, my dear?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, very happy. You make me very happy”, Mila replied.
“Show me how happy.”
Gingerly, Mila leaned forward. Her nose touched something. The Mistress’ shoe. Mila kissed the shoe once, twice, three times… again and again, one kiss after another.
She opened her mouth and began to lick the smooth surface. Tentatively at first, she soon was running her tongue along the shoe as far as she could reach. She could hear Mistress’ satisfied sighs and applied herself to her task with even greater enthusiasm. Hearing Mistress fanned the embers of lust Mila could feel in her own pussy.
“Stop”, Mistress commanded, sounding a little breathless. The shoe moved away. Sightless, Mila stayed in position until she felt something else touch her face. It was Mistress’ shoeless foot. Mila kissed the bare skin softly, then with more intensity.
“Lick it.” Mila did so, tasting the skin with every lick. She ran her tongue up the calf, then moved back and began licking the toes. Mistress gasped with every touch, filling Mila with joy. She was making her Mistress feel this good. Gently, she took the big toe in her mouth and sucked on it.
“Move… higher”, Mistress gasped. Mila held onto the toe a second or two before letting go and starting to lick her way up Mistress’ foot, shin, thigh… She could smell Mistress’ pussy and moved toward it, lavishing her attention on every inch of skin on the way.
“You lovely, so very talented girl…” Mistress said dreamily as she slid forward on the chair, pushing her bare pussy toward Mila.
“Mistress”, Mila asked between licks.
“Yes, my dear?”
“May I make you cum?”
There was a huge, wide smile in Mistress’ voice. “Of course you may, my lovely girl. Make me cum.”
Mila pushed her mouth to her Mistress’ pussy. The wetness spread over her face and the smell filled her nostrils as she pushed her tongue between the folds. Finding Mistress’ clit, she began lapping at it, over and over, driven by Mistress’ gasps, her own arousal and her desire to please this woman she couldn’t see. She didn’t have to see to know she was pleasing the Mistress. Mistress’ thighs clamped around her head. Her hands grasped Mila’s hair, grabbing handfuls and pushing Mila’s face even tighter against her pussy, as if to force Mila into licking her. Not that Mila needed to be forced. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
Mistress’ breathing came in shorter and shorter gasps, in time with Mila’s licks - and then she came. Her body went rigid, her breathing ceased into a convulsion-like silence, her hands pulilng Mila’s hair - until she slumped down with a great sigh. Mila kept her lips pressed against Mistress’ labia, kissing it. The fact that her own pussy was craving to be touched was secondary to Mila. She had given her Mistress all that pleasure.
Mistress took a gentle hold of Mila’s head and eased her back. Still breathing heavily, Mistress kissed her gently, gingerly, as if her own body still felt fragile, tasting herself in Mila’s lips. Mistress caressed her face with light, warm hands.
“My beautiful, wonderful, oh so very lovely, talented, adorable girl… That was wonderful. Having you gives me great, great joy.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Mistress kissed her again. “Open up, my darling.”
Mila felt a wad of fabric pushed into her open mouth - Mistress’ panties. Then she heard tape being pulled from a roll and felt Mistress press a strip of wide tape over her lips.
“Now get up.”
Once again, feedback is appreciated.
HER TURN
Waiting
Mila opened the door to her house and stepped inside. She kicked off her shoes, took off her coat and hung it on a rack. She pulled her phone out of her purse, turned it off, slipped it back into her purse and laid the purse on a table. She then started to undress, leaving each item of clothing neatly folded on a chair beside the table. Once her panties landed on the chair, she stood naked as the day she’d been born except for a narrow leather band buckled around her neck. She walked down the hallway, heading further into the house. On the way, she passed a full-length mirror and took a quick glance. Still in decent shape, she noted with a smile. She’d never been especially thin, but the few ‘extra’ pounds - her doctor said they were, indeed, very few and mostly on her legs - were no detriment to her looks. A small tattoo depicting a stylized mountain skyline decorated her left calf. Her breasts were a little on the flat side, but she considered it more of a blessing than a curse - for a runner, having double-Ds would have been a problem she could do without. The fifty-plus-mile races she liked had plenty of problems in themselves.
Running her fingers through her dirty-blonde hair, Mila walked down another hallway and stopped at a door. She opened it and stepped into a two-by-three-meter room that looked like an empty wardrobe. There were only three items on the shelf at the back of the room.
She stepped in , leaving the door slightly open. First she picked up the ball gag from the shelf. Opening her mouth, she worked the red rubber ball behind her teeth and buckled the straps behind her head and under her chin.
Next she picked up the blindfold, raised it to her face and buckled the strap behind her head. She turned her head this way and that, making sure everything was secure yet comfortable before reaching for the handcuffs. Working blind, she locked the cuffs around her wrists behind her back.
She stood in the back of the room, facing the wall, bound, gagged and blind, with no choice but to wait.
Mila knew she’d have to wait for a while. She had no idea how long it would be - and in any case she had no way to tell the passing of time. No ticking of a clock, no sounds from the outside, nothing. In her own private darkness, all she could do was feel the cuffs around her wrists, the gag in her mouth, the blindfold on her eyes and the carpet under her bare feet. She could only stand there and wait - which she wanted to do. She felt a kind of calm she only ever felt at times like this. She had given up control of the situation, so she no longer had to worry what was to come. She could also feel the first sparks of arousal tingling between her legs.
She
The sound of the door opening roused Mila from her thoughts. Someone had come in. _She_ had come in. There was the sound of clothes being taken off - and then the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Her Mistress took her time. She knew where she’d find Mila.
The door squeaked ever so slightly as it opened.
“Oh, here you are, my dear. So lovely to see you.”
Mila stood still. She could feel Mistress’ eyes on her, savoring the sight of the bound woman.
“Turn around. Walk toward me.”
Mila turned and took a careful step forward. As much as she trusted Mistress, it was unnerving to walk blindfolded without her hands to feel her way with.
“A tiny bit to your left.”
Mila corrected her direction.
“Stop.”
She stopped. A soft hand touched her cheek.
“Oh, you lovely girl. So very lovely. I am so fortunate to have you.” Leather creaked. “I am so proud of you”, the Mistress said, her face so close that Mila could feel her breath on her skin. The words sank into her, making her feel warm inside.
“Will you be mine?”
Mila nodded. Mistress clipped a leash on Mila’s collar.
“Follow me, my dear.”
Mistress led Mila out of the wardrobe by the leash. Mila was almost certain her Mistress was walking slower so she could admire her. They walked to the living room.
“Stop here.” Mila heard the Mistress sit down in an easy chair.
“Kneel.”
Mila bent her knees, easing herself lower until she could fall to her knees. She sat on her heels, spreading her thighs. The Mistress’ hand stroked her face around the blindfold and gag.
“Such a beautiful girl. You make me so very happy.” She then reached behind Mila’s head and unbuckled the gag. Mila licked her lips as the ball came free.
“Do I make you happy, my dear?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, very happy. You make me very happy”, Mila replied.
“Show me how happy.”
Gingerly, Mila leaned forward. Her nose touched something. The Mistress’ shoe. Mila kissed the shoe once, twice, three times… again and again, one kiss after another.
She opened her mouth and began to lick the smooth surface. Tentatively at first, she soon was running her tongue along the shoe as far as she could reach. She could hear Mistress’ satisfied sighs and applied herself to her task with even greater enthusiasm. Hearing Mistress fanned the embers of lust Mila could feel in her own pussy.
“Stop”, Mistress commanded, sounding a little breathless. The shoe moved away. Sightless, Mila stayed in position until she felt something else touch her face. It was Mistress’ shoeless foot. Mila kissed the bare skin softly, then with more intensity.
“Lick it.” Mila did so, tasting the skin with every lick. She ran her tongue up the calf, then moved back and began licking the toes. Mistress gasped with every touch, filling Mila with joy. She was making her Mistress feel this good. Gently, she took the big toe in her mouth and sucked on it.
“Move… higher”, Mistress gasped. Mila held onto the toe a second or two before letting go and starting to lick her way up Mistress’ foot, shin, thigh… She could smell Mistress’ pussy and moved toward it, lavishing her attention on every inch of skin on the way.
“You lovely, so very talented girl…” Mistress said dreamily as she slid forward on the chair, pushing her bare pussy toward Mila.
“Mistress”, Mila asked between licks.
“Yes, my dear?”
“May I make you cum?”
There was a huge, wide smile in Mistress’ voice. “Of course you may, my lovely girl. Make me cum.”
Mila pushed her mouth to her Mistress’ pussy. The wetness spread over her face and the smell filled her nostrils as she pushed her tongue between the folds. Finding Mistress’ clit, she began lapping at it, over and over, driven by Mistress’ gasps, her own arousal and her desire to please this woman she couldn’t see. She didn’t have to see to know she was pleasing the Mistress. Mistress’ thighs clamped around her head. Her hands grasped Mila’s hair, grabbing handfuls and pushing Mila’s face even tighter against her pussy, as if to force Mila into licking her. Not that Mila needed to be forced. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
Mistress’ breathing came in shorter and shorter gasps, in time with Mila’s licks - and then she came. Her body went rigid, her breathing ceased into a convulsion-like silence, her hands pulilng Mila’s hair - until she slumped down with a great sigh. Mila kept her lips pressed against Mistress’ labia, kissing it. The fact that her own pussy was craving to be touched was secondary to Mila. She had given her Mistress all that pleasure.
Mistress took a gentle hold of Mila’s head and eased her back. Still breathing heavily, Mistress kissed her gently, gingerly, as if her own body still felt fragile, tasting herself in Mila’s lips. Mistress caressed her face with light, warm hands.
“My beautiful, wonderful, oh so very lovely, talented, adorable girl… That was wonderful. Having you gives me great, great joy.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Mistress kissed her again. “Open up, my darling.”
Mila felt a wad of fabric pushed into her open mouth - Mistress’ panties. Then she heard tape being pulled from a roll and felt Mistress press a strip of wide tape over her lips.
“Now get up.”