This story is a sequel to one of my earlier ones (namely 'What they can't see') and I really recommend that you read that one before getting into this. Thanks to [mention]WyattW5[/mention] for writing the story request that brought that story about - and therefore, having a hand in bringing this one about. Enjoy.
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Secrets shared
Chapter 1 - Someone like you
Secrets shared
Chapter 1 - Someone like you
Joan rang the doorbell, her heart in her mouth. A moment later there was noise from the other side and the door opened. Asha, dressed in an orange tunic and black leggings, her black hair in a ponytail, greeted her with a smile on her face.
“Welcome, darling. Come in”, she said, waving Joan in.
Joan stepped into the hallway and kicked her shoes off. Asha took her checked coat. Underneath, Joan was wearing slightly faded jeans and a grey turtleneck, her blonde locks hanging free. “Is this… the same you wore to the mall”, the middle-aged Indian lady asked as she hung the coat up. Joan nodded. Asha turned to look at her, curiosity plainly visible on her face. “Is there… do you have something in your mouth?”
Joan blushed slightly. She took off her covid mask, revealing a rectangle of white tape covering her lips. Winking, she peeled off the tape and dropped it - along with the mask - into the wastebasket beside the door. “Surprise.”
Asha looked at her for a few moments before giving a lopsided grin. “Whoa… Did you…”
“I put that on just before I rang your doorbell”, Joan said, suddenly looking a little sheepish. “I’m sorry if I…”
“No, don’t apologize. It was…” Asha fell silent. ‘It was really, really hot’, she screamed inside her head, but couldn’t bring herself to say it. “It was just surprising”, she finally said. “Come in.”
Joan followed Asha into the living room. It was a bit larger than Joan’s, but it was at least as cluttered as hers… although whereas Joan’s looked messy, Asha’s was a lot neater. Joan sat down on the couch and looked around, taking it all in. “I like your home.”
“Thank you”, Asha said from the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with a tray that held two teacups, an ornate steaming teapot and a plate of cookies. She set the tray on the table in front of the couch and sat down on the other end of the couch. Joan could see Asha’s hands were shaking a little as she poured the tea.
“I’m so happy that you called”, Asha said as she handed Joan her cup. “It was up to you, of course, but I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
“I’m happy that I called, too - and even happier that it was you who found me in the garage.”
“Would you mind telling me the whole story”, Asha asked, sipping her tea.
Joan recounted her adventure in the mall from a few days back: driving to the mall with a gag underneath her mask… putting on the handcuffs… the letter… walking through the mall… visiting the shops… getting caught by the cashier… hurrying back to the car embarrassed out of her mind… not finding her keys… and finally, Asha finding her. She could feel herself flushing bright red as she talked about her embarrassment… but also once again feeling aroused as she remembered how she’d felt on the drive back home.
“Oh, you poor thing. I’m so sorry that you got caught like that.”
“I was so fu… so very ashamed of myself. As I walked back to the car, all I did was tell myself how dumb, silly and stupid I was.
“You’re allowed to say ‘fuck’, Joan. I’m not your babysitter anymore”, Asha remarked, getting Joan to laugh. “Have you done something like that before?”
Joan shook her head. “No! Nonononono. Nothing of the sort. It took me months to work up the courage to do that. Usually I… just handcuff or gag myself at home. The wildest thing I’ve ever done was take the trash out with tape on my lips.”
Asha nodded, smiling. “Well, if it’s any consolation, that’s about as much as I’ve done. For a few years, anyway.”
Joan turned to look at her. “Have you done something else, then?”
Asha looked into her teacup. “Well… Way back when I was younger - around the time when I was still babysitting you… I sometimes played with a friend. We’d sometimes go for a walk together with one of us gagged and tied up. Nothing more than that, mind you - I don’t even remember where it all got started, but we did that a few times. It must be at least ten years since I last did that. Since then… well, I’ve sometimes tied my hands or gagged - or blindfolded - myself at home. Much like you.”
Joan stifled a burst of giggling. “Oh wow, if mom had known…”
Asha nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I don’t think she would have asked me to babysit you if she’d known that I did something like that.” The words caused Joan to burst out laughing, but in her head she kept seeing Asha walking down the street with her friend, one of them gagged and restrained. Even as her laughter faded, the image didn’t. ‘Would she do that with… me?’
“You said something about a letter you had. What did it say?”
Joan got up, walked to where her coat hung and returned with a folded piece of paper. She handed it to Asha. The Indian woman put on her reading glasses and unfolded the paper. She started reading it. Soon, Joan saw that she was mouthing the words, reading them silently to herself. Asha licked her lips briefly as she read the text, squirming in her seat. When she handed the paper back, her face was slightly - but obviously - flushed. “Wow. I… I’d never thought to do anything like that. You wrote that for yourself?”
Joan nodded. “Yeah. It’s not like I had anyone else to do it for me. I must have written it over and over at least twenty times, trying to get it to sound right. Like it was really written by someone else. Someone who’d ordered me to do that.”
Asha nodded. “Oh wow. I can only imagine what it would have been if there had been someone else who’d written it to you.”
Joan looked at the piece of paper. “Yes. Someone like you.” Her hands flew to her mouth, the letter fluttering to the floor. ‘What the fuck did I just say? Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck…’ She looked up at Asha. The Indian woman looked at her, her eyes wide. Joan jumped up. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”, she muttered as she headed to the door. She grabbed her coat from the rack and tried to pull it on while trying to get her shoes on, the coat seeming to fight her every step of the way. She finally yanked the coat off and reached for the door. A hand touched her on the shoulder and she spun around, flattening her back to the door.
Asha stood a couple of meters away, her hands up, palms out. “Joan. Please. Don’t leave”, the Indian woman said in a quiet voice. “Please.”
Joan couldn’t look at her. She stared at the carpet. “I’m sorry I said that, I shouldn’t have said it, you probably think I’m a freak…”
“No, I don’t.”
Joan looked up. Asha looked at her, pleading with her eyes. “No, I don’t think you’re a freak. Please. Don’t leave.”
Joan’s coat fell to the floor. Her hands fell to her side. Asha took a step, two steps closer and put her hands on Joan’s shoulders. “Please. Look at me.”
Joan looked up. Asha had a slight, kind smile on her face. “Please. Tell me. Please, Joan.”
Joan closed her eyes and sighed. “I… When I was at the mall… As I was walking… I kept thinking I’d have someone following me… someone who’d put the gag and cuffs on me… and followed me to make sure I did everything I was supposed to do… before they took the cuffs off… And as I was driving home… I kept thinking it was… you.”
Asha took Joan’s hand and gently led the blonde back to the living room and helped her sit on the couch. This time she sat right beside Joan, their legs touching. “After I met you, I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to buy at the mall. Ever since then, all I’ve been able to think is… playing with you… and more…” Her words faded out. For a long moment, Asha looked Joan in the eyes. Then the Indian woman leaned closer and kissed her blonde guest.
It was a soft, gentle kiss, their lips barely touching… that soon grew into a full-blown makeout. Joan and Asha groped at each other, squeezing, caressing, petting each other, their tongues hungrily exploring each others’ mouths. Joan gasped as she felt Asha’s hand on her breast and gripped the hem of the Indian woman’s tunic, pulling it up and off her, revealing Asha’s large breasts held by dark red lacy bra. The large, brown nipples pushed against the fabric. Joan leaned down to kiss the tops of Asha’s breasts as Asha pulled her turtleneck off. Joan looked down, feeling slightly ashamed with her cheap, beige bra, but Asha didn’t seem to mind as she put her warm hands on the small mounds and gave a gentle squeeze. Joan fell backwards onto the couch, pulling Asha down with her, her hands playing in Asha’s black hair as the Indian woman pulled her bra down and began kissing her nipples.
Joan moaned and writhed on the couch. Asha kept licking and kissing her nipples, moving from one breast to another. When she finally moved to kiss Joan, the blonde kissed back with so much lust, hunger and aggression, Asha was taken aback.
They looked at each other for a few seconds. Then Asha got up and held out her hand. Joan took it, got on her feet and followed Asha to her bedroom. Joan sat on the bed and watched as Asha pulled a cardboard box from the wardrobe and set it on the bed. She opened it to reveal a pile of scarves and two pairs of leather cuffs.
“I was thinking… I’d love to do some self-bondage together. Tie ourselves up for… I don’t know, fifteen minutes”, Asha said, looking at Joan.
Joan looked at the contents of the box. She picked up a pair of cuffs and turned them in her hand. “The things you have”, she said, almost to herself. Then, still holding the cuffs, she leaned to kiss Asha. “I’d love to, but I’ve never had something like these. What do I do?”
“First off, I think you should undress.”
They sat on the bed naked, facing each other. Asha had set her phone to alert in twenty minutes and placed it on the nightstand. Then, Joan watched and followed along as Asha picked up a scarf and bound her ankles together. Then she tied a knot in the middle of a scarf and tied it on herself as a cleave gag. Finally, they each took a pair of cuffs and buckled them on behind their backs.
They sat on the bed for a few seconds, looking at each other. Joan was aroused out of her mind - the anticipation she’d felt coming over, the discussion with Asha… and now, not only being tied up herself, but seeing Asha sitting there tied up… Without even noticing it, she opened her thighs as far as she could and tried to reach her crotch with her bound hands. Asha smiled around her gag and got up onto her knees. She shuffled closer to Joan until she could lean forward to kiss the blonde. Joan kissed her back, their tongues trying to reach each other past the scarf, lips only barely touching one another around the gag.
When the phone started to beep, they were laying on the bed, still kissing each other past the gag and trying to grind their pussies against each others’ thighs. Asha unbuckled her wrist cuffs and untied her legs before helping Joan with her restraints. Once the gags came off, they resumed kissing each other, hands roaming all over each others’ bodies. Joan felt Asha’s hand slip into her pussy and eagerly returned the favor, her fingers finding the Indian woman’s swollen clit. Holding each other, they came in unison… and came and came and came, one orgasm blending into another until they both slumped on the bed, too exhausted to move.
Joan felt a hand stroke her face. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see Asha smiling at her.
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Hi. Thank you.”
Asha’s eyebrows went up. “You’re welcome… but what for?”
Joan rolled over and kissed her. “That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was. I take it you’re glad you came over?”
“Oh, yes”, Joan replied and kissed Asha again.
They lay on the bed for a moment, stroking each others’ faces. “You… you told me about those walks you took with your friend”, Joan said.
“Would you like to go for a walk”, Asha asked, smiling.
“Yes. Yes I would.”
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There you go. Chapter 2 is due on Wednesday. Have a good week.
