Confession

CONFESSION

CONFESSION Sept 4th 2003, Received a call from an old school girlfriend, she had split from an unfaithful partner & was looking for a stop over to sort her life out.

She had not called me for around 3 years, but we were very close as school friends, and had some mutual friends in adult life. Feeling apprehensive of her staying with me, I still agreed she could come. But how would I hide the life I lead.

The dungeon below my home & the frequent phone calls I received & the lavish style I live in, without any real work as such to supply me with the luxury I surround myself in. This is the story of Sharon & her introduction to the Dome/sub life style she will fall into As she gets pulled in to my world.

Fri 5th September I arranged to pick Sharon up from the train station in Nottingham, It was a cool afternoon the train was late as usual, and the people around me were a mixture of business men in suits & student types. A smile lit my face up as I saw a client of mine waiting for his train, dressed in a smart grey suit with black briefcase in hand. I couldn't help myself but I had to walk past him, letting him see who I was. I knew he would notice me as I was dressed in red clothes, surrounded by plain suited guys or dowdy dressed females. His expression was a picture in its self as his eyes met mine. Then the horror as he realized I might meet his work colleagues as they returned from the nearby cafe with tea. I deliberately dropped my handbag in front of him, he couldn't get it fast enough, and it almost hit the back of hand. I smirked as he handed it to me, and whispered to him, you would have suffered greatly at our next date, if you had not picked that up Richard. Suddenly the announcement of Sharon's train came echoing across the speaker at last, I wouldn't have to hang around this dreary station any longer. Watching the passengers leave the train like a herd of sheep in the stuffy suits, baggy clothes on students & awful boring colors on the few women getting off.

At last I see Sharon struggling with a large case getting from the far carriage as I walk down to her I look at Richard again, shuffling nervously as his colleagues try to make conversation to him, I then glance at Sharon indicating I want his help, without actually speaking to him. Suddenly I find Richard offering his services as luggage handler to Sharon.

We greet each other with a hug and small kiss, as Richard asks if he may help with her case to the entrance. Watching him shuffle along the platform as we gossip about what's been happening to her over the recent months, it was amusing as his friends seemed surprised such a well paid manager from their company would lower himself to a porter for us. Little did they know about our relationship & his very submissive desires to be dressed in female clothes, while being sexually & physically used like a slave for my own purposes. Reaching my BMW Z3 convertible, the blood red color standing out from the usual black, silver, & blue cars. I opened the boot & let Richard load the case in, not even thanking him for his assistance as he looked pitifully for a rewarding smile or recognition for his service's I just brushed past him & opened the door for Sharon. Come on let's get away from this filthy place, get you settled in at mine. Later we will visit a wine bar for drinks & a light meal ok?

The drive to mine was only 30 minutes. I let Sharon struggle with the case from car to bedroom. Walking behind her I couldn't help but notice the fine legs she had, and the glimpse of stocking tops. I hadn't really looked at her from a sexual view before, shaking my head to bring my thoughts back to reality.

Watching her lift the case to the bed, & unpack her clothes, I couldn't help but notice the sexy outfits & underwear she owns. Sharon have you always worn these while you were with your guy? {I asked} . Well yes he liked to have me dress up for sex, {she shyly replied} . Finally after chatting as she put her things away, I showed her the shower, bathroom, & where the towels are kept, Telling her go freshen up, I'll pour us a drink while you do. Returning down stairs to the kitchen, finding a bottle of chardonnay from the cooler & 2 glasses, I relax with some music {shakira} .

Taking the bottle & glasses to the lounge, placing them all on the old oak coffee table. Letting myself just drop to the large leather couch. WHAT A DAY. Almost a full glass of wine later. I wonder what's keeping Sharon. Walking back to her room, without thinking and just walking straight in. catching her semi-naked, almost embarrassed I apologise to her immediately. Shocked at the feeling of arousal I suddenly feel rush over my skin, as I look her over, the pert breasts fine pale skin with clear complexion couldn't help but notice how well she had looked after herself physically. Feeling an urge to hold her close to me & make her pleasure me was almost instinctive of my Dominatrix attitude but this was a friend, I had to try to control the urges within me. Sharon was here for support & help of a friend, not as a client for submission to a Dominatrix.

Feeling a flush of color rush over me, watching her dress, the lacy black underwear with stockings of fine fishnet. Followed by black suit of jacket & skirt {no blouse} black stiletto high heels. Finding myself compliment her on her clothes & her smartness. Not daring to tell her she looked even better naked to my eyes & desires of sexual Dominant fantasy. Pulling myself away, I walk down the stairs to wait for her, still feeling the rush of arousal at her nakedness across my sensitive clit as I touch myself. Quickly returning my thoughts to the night ahead, the places that may suit her needs & not my own. Hoping I don't meet any clients that will give my profession away. But also maybe not caring Sharon finds out too, an opportunity to discuss my life here now as a Mistress & Dominatrix.

Hearing her footsteps come down the stairs, the clatter of stiletto heels on the wooden floors, oh the damage to flesh I could do with those {comes across my mind} thinking about the steel tips of her heels & the pleasures I've had wearing similar as I've walked across bare backs of both female & male subs. The heel fucking forcefully, of the females, and the ass ripping of sub males. Finding my mind wander to work again, just as Sharon nudges me, asking what I'm day dreaming about, oh the even we will share together tonight was my quick reply. Not daring to tell her of my secretive lust for her sexual submissiveness to me.

Our taxi arrived on time; we sat in the back having short chats of the past mixed with intense giggling of the funny times from school. Unable to take my eyes from the pert breasts that often became exposed in her sat position, the thigh's as her short skirt rode up the smooth silky skin. Feeling another wave of arousal creep across my mind, and we have not had barely a drink yet. What will happen as the night continues, will she notice the powerful lust in my eyes or can I control the urges of making a dominant pass at her, only time will tell.

Pulling up outside the first wine bar in Hockley area of Nottingham so many people drinking it's a blaze of color as their bright but smart clothes light the streets under the lamps. We almost fall giggling like silly school girls into the first bar, ordering a bottle of chardonnay & two glasses. We find ourselves in a dimly lit corner talking of guy's we have dated, there failures as lovers & lack of experience as sexual partners, hearing her talk of her ex guy was the most surprising thing, hearing his lack of interest in her satisfaction, caring only for his own five minutes of lust until he was finished, seemed cruel compared to my treatment of sub's.

Almost blurting out my own sexual preferences of being a bi-female and finding other females more sexual arousing & erotic than most guy's. Soon we find the bottle empty, suggesting another bar we totter out in our heels to the street, finding myself bump into Richard again after our earlier slight meeting at the railway station.

Sharon enquired at seeing him earlier, asking if I new him as he begged forgiveness for bumping me in the doorway, the scowl I gave him and speaking his name, made it obvious we were acquainted to Sharon. Quickly passing him off as an ex-work colleague we moved on. Walking into the best bar of the area, a regular pick up point for the more well off people, also a place I've met potential clients for first meetings prior to control over their desires. Finding a two tall bar stools while Sharon gets the next bottle of wine, I find myself fighting off unwanted advances of a well suited but drunk young man, drooling and leering at my low cut top almost unable or not wanting to see the anger of his unwanted advances in my eyes.

Eventually he gets the point, with the tip of my heel accidentally catching his shin sharply {smirking} . Sharon appears with our second bottle of wine, we continue our girly chats, I find myself trying to bring the topic of fem2fem sex up or the Dominance some females can have over other's. Asking her if she's ever tried being with another female before other than the usual kisses we do or toilet sharing in busy bars. Her reply was NO but she said she found herself admiring other females often, but never pursued the idea of a sexual encounter with one.

My sudden admission of bisexuality didn't seem to shock her, as much as it did me admitting it. But as I admitted the more powerful side to my nature as Dominatrix she became interested in knowing more. I smiled, it would be a pleasure to show you, and more detailed than describing it too but you would need to trust me 100%, that is no pleasure more than a female Dominatrix can do, there is more to pleasure sexually, and it's the limits of pain too that stimulate arousal in my work.

We continued drinking through the evening, with Sharon consuming a little more than myself, we chatted about my work & the pathetic men who drunkenly tried to chat us up unsuccessfully. Last orders were called and we got a taxi home to mine, Sharon asked if she could see the room where I used my clients, unlocking the heavy oak door to the cellar, flicking the switch to light the stairs down, she followed giggling nervously behind me.

Her face was a picture as she looked amazed at the racks of whips, canes, crops, butt spankers, paddles act. Then she looked around the corner to see the rack I stretched my sub's out on, the chains hanging from ceiling, and the body frame for strapping a person over for assorted reasons of abuse including strap on fucking of both males & females.

I could see her flush red as she asked me to describe the use of each item, I found myself aroused at her innocent knowledge and lack of experiences, thinking to myself should I ask her to try or just make her try some. The Dominatrix within me wins, telling her to bend over the frame, lifting her black skirt up over her hips, exposing the fishnets and panties she's wearing. Selecting a riding crop from the choice nearby, Sharon seems stunned into submission by my powerful dominance over her drunken body. Seeing her thigh tremble as the cold feel of my crop strokes her bare flesh on her upper thigh, above the stocking tops, the first blow catching her pale skin hard but not as hard as I would of liked, her body jolted as the shock sunk through the drunkenness, Her yelp of pain echoed slightly around the room, pressing myself hard to her ass as I silenced her pain with a ball gag, letting my crop stroke up the inner thigh, then over the black panties along her crease of cant lips, her sigh of pleasure signaling the pleasure I could & would give her.

Cuffing her wrists to bar sides, then ankles to base leaving her bent over and spread out, vulnerable to my use as a sexual sub. Sliding a large hunting knife down the side of the panties, feeling her shudder slightly to the cold steel of blade against her skin, cutting through the lace panties easily, finding myself press them close to my nose inhaling in her sweet fem scent. Throwing them to floor, with thoughts of dominant sex in my mind.

Selecting a large strap-on from the wide choice available, 10inch black latex toy, with an additional 5 inch inner latex cock. Lubricating the 5 inch toy before slipping it within my own smooth shaved but pierced tight cant, buckling it around my waist tightly, posing in the nearby mirror at the fearful sight I make with strap-on attached. Using minimal lubrication on the other 10 inches I move close to Sharon's ass cheeks, seeing her look round at my closeness and the cold unfeeling strap-on pressing against her sex.

Feeling the internal cock stimulate the magic of my G-spot within me, making me eager to forcefully use her pussy with strap-on, to feel her submission to my power and sexual dominance. Parting the peachy swollen lips of her pussy gradually with the tip as I slide up and down it, then pressing harder and harder into her, hearing her gasp loudly as she is unable to scream at its forceful penetration of her sex.

Looking down at its thick shaft vanishing easily into the wetness of her pussy, until it bottoms out at full depth, knowing what she can take, I begin to pump slowly. Pushing her whole body forwards to the cold frame she is cuffed to, watching her lips fold out with each withdrawal from her cunt. Seeing the shaft glisten with a mixture of lube & fem juice, looking at the sweet tight rosebud ass I think to myself that double penetration will add to her own stimulation.

Teasing a small short butt plug in circles around her rim, using the juices of her own cant as lube, watching the rim sink in as I press refusing to accept the plug, her cheeks clenching trying to stop me. Holding her hair wrapped around my fingers I lean in and whisper {relax or it will be painful Sharon} in her ear.

Again pushing harder until I see the ass rim stretch painfully around the tip of plug, watching it pass the widest point then greedily taking it in fully until it almost locks in her ass. I begin a slow pump back into her pussy with strap-on, Feeling the tightness of double penetration along its shaft. Holding her shoulders tightly, as I begin to speed up my strap fucking of her cant, feeling her body tense with each thrust in. Suddenly her body arches back like a startled cat, her orgasm explodes in a fine spray of fem cum on my thigh & strap-on.

Hearing her struggle to breathe heavy as the ball gag restricts her air flow, feeling my own sex flexing on the shaft inside of me. Slipping out of her now wet dripping lips, moving to her front, pulling her face up to meet my gaze, her eyes speak volumes as she recovers from the intensity of her orgasm.

Slipping the ball gag off, she moans loudly, then finds me gagging her again, this time with the strap-on I've just removed from her own cunt. I begin to fuck her mouth with the fem juice soiled toy, using it as though it was a cant again, making her cough and gag as I push too hard to her throat. Her eyes show the shock she's feeling, her body used by another female as though she was a whore.

Watching her clean its shaft as I hold her head by hair, just face fucking her painfully until I am satisfied with my own arousal. Leaving it embedded in her mouth as I unbuckle it from waist, holding the leather side of strap-on, jerking it from her mouth, and then turning it round, to use the 5 inch inner cock as a hand held vibe. I begin to stroke it over her lips, pressing deep into her mouth. Watching her eyes smile as she accepts my taste from the toy's shaft, her lapping and slurping showing her approval for another females taste, her first time experience of another female will be a memorable one.

As I have finished with her for now, releasing her from her restrictions kiss her fully on the lips, tasting the cocktail of our juices from her mouth before telling her to go to my bed room………… {follow up story soon on this one} Bitchinredboots

Posted by Bitchinredboots on 09/25/2003 06:55:33.