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LOANING LUCY
By Velvetglove
Copyright and Disclaimer
‘Loaning Lucy’ is an original work of fiction and neither events nor characters portrayed are based in reality. Any resemblance with actual persons is entirely coincidental. Codes: F/f, F+/f, D/s, consensual, humiliation, serious, interracial. Copyright is asserted by the author and no reposting to other sites or commercial use whatsoever is authorised.
LOANING LUCY
Alice sat, gently grinding her hips, enjoying the feel of the hot, wet tongue up her bottom. She loved rimjobs. She could climax from analingus alone, without any clitoral action at all.
A voice answered.
“Hi Alice.”
She’d dialled her friend Jodi on the cell she was holding to her ear. They called each other frequently.
“Mmm.”
Jodi’s chuckle was audible. “That good, huh ?”
Alice and Jodi were both members of a discreet and exclusive BSDM Club based in the South East of England. Just fifty men and women in all. Numbers were pretty equally split between dominants and subs, females, males and a couple of transexuals, singles, marrieds and couples. Each member used a confidential code name.
Alice – her real name - was dominant, divorced and unattached. She was 33 years old, bisexual and ravenously sexed. In a previous era, she’d have been labelled a nymphomaniac, or sex-crazed, but fortunately the world had moved on from such offensively sexist notions. Now, like many guys, she was simply considered to enjoy a ‘healthy libido’.
The girl on whose face Alice was trotting was a new conquest. Her name was Lucy. She was a 22 year old lesbian submissive. This was their third meeting. The first had been an introductory rendezvous in a public place. The second had been a brief, mild evening session, when Lucy had carried out a few simple tests to demonstrate her willingness to obey, without any bonds, chains or crops. A level of trust had been established and the ice broken between them.
As she talked, Alice reached down and trailed her left hand between Lucy’s parted thighs. She was sitting on the young brunette’s pretty nose, facing the girl’s feet. Lucy’s ankles were strapped against her inner thighs, her knees wide apart, forming a splayed ‘v’.
Alice’s fingers slid languidly over the damp, open petals of the girl’s throbbing vagina. There was very little Alice enjoyed more than tease and denial. She felt the warm breath in her anus as Lucy hissed with her own desire and need. Alice absentmindedly pinched her chunky labia.
“You swinging by later ?”
“Sure.” Jodi replied. “Six’ish ?”
“Great.”
They talked some more, idle chit-chat. It was Saturday morning. This time, Lucy was booked to stay the whole weekend with Alice. It was to be a full on ‘no limits’, two-day session. By the end of it – if she passed – Lucy would be approved onto the short list for membership to ‘Wonderland’, the exclusive BDSM Club.
Alice thumbed the red key on her cell, ending the call, and began concentrating on enjoyment. She was still sweaty from her morning jog and work-out.
Lucy had knocked on her door bang-on 10.15 as arranged, just a few minutes after Alice had finished her run and swigged a glass of grapefruit juice. She loved oral sex before bathing. Her breasts glistened as they jiggled. She upped the pace and pressure and smiled down at Lucy’s mewling for oxygen.
Up, down, up, down; like she was competing in a dressage event.
Alice was proud of her own body. A rigorous exercise regime and sensible diet kept her in shape; flat tummy, trim butt, taut skin. Nevertheless, she had fulsome tits, round and heavy, that packed a D cup. Both women and men loved them.
Lucy had smaller handfuls. Not poached-egg-flat, but only pert B cups. They would be a useful butt of rude jokes and comments. If their relationship developed, Lucy’s tits would be displayed, commented on, ridiculed, punished, decorated, maybe even enlarged. Or reduced in size ? Alice enjoyed body amendments.
“Eat me.” She encouraged, feeling her climax building. Lucy’s stabbing tongue was a thing of curious wonder; curiouser and curiouser.
Afterwards, she lay soaking in the hot bath, while Lucy tended her; soaping her cleavage with a sponge, washing her toes, conditioning and combing her hair, fetching and replenishing her coffee cup and plate of fruit.
“How is it so far ?” Alice asked suddenly.
Lucy almost jumped in shock at the broken silence. “… good Mistress. Wonderful.” She still had that fresh-faced innocence that would be gone in a year or two.
“You liked my butthole ?”
“… yes, Mistress.”
“It was clean ?”
Lucy blushed. “I think so, yes, Mistress.” Her brown eyes dropped to the floor, unable to hold Alice’s penetrating gaze.
“We’ll try it again another time. Soon.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
They had already discussed Lucy’s sexual history, experience and desires, by email and during their previous meetings. She’d had only three girlfriends and just one boyfriend over six years. Alice was her first, proper Mistress. The other relationships had been largely vanilla with a bit of experimentation.
“Remind me,” Alice teased, “you never fucked your boyfriend.”
“No, Mistress.”
“Not much of a boyfriend. What did you do ?”
“It didn’t last long. The time we got nearest, he had no contraception, Mistress. I … used my hand. He showed me how.”
“Did you enjoy fondling his dick ?”
Lucy shrugged. “It was … okay.”
“And you made him cum ?”
“No. He became impatient. He finished himself off. The first time. But we tried once more and I managed to do it for him. Then we broke up shortly after.”
“And you didn’t swallow ?”
“No ! Mistress.”
“Or even lick it up ?”
“No, Mistress.”
“And after that you gave up on guys for good ? You promise me. Technically speaking, you’re a virgin ?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Lucy nodded her cute head for emphasis.
Alice smiled, resting her neck on the back of the bathtub. Lucy was standing, dressed only in a pair of black pull-up stockings and high heels.
“You want to be my slave, yes ?”
Lucy nodded again, eyes downcast, like a puppy hoping to be taken out for a walk. “I do, Mistress. Truly.”
“Without limits ?”
“Without any limits, Mistress. You said you wouldn’t go too far.”
It was Alice’s turn to concur. “I did. Not … too … far. But still a long way. I enjoy borrowing slaves from members of our Club.” She raised an eyebrow. “And lending my slaves out to other members. Sharing them.”
Lucy gulped. Her reply came out as a broken whisper. “Yes … Mistress.”
“To women.” She paused. “… And sometimes … men.”
Lucy exhaled, her lower lip quivering. “Yes, M … Mistress.”
Alice sighed happily, then gestured at the large fluffy white towel on the hot rail.
Jodi and Alice sipped their Vodka Tonics. It was just after six and a respectable time for their first alcohol of the day. Jodi was a buxom woman only two years older than Alice, although she looked in her forties. She had ‘big’, dyed platinum hair and always applied loads of makeup.
Lucy was now wearing a tight shirt and black leather mini to go with her stockings and heels. She resembled the archetypal French maid, although she was too tall to carry it off sexily. Her short dark hair was cut in a chic fringe. Her full lips were exaggerated by plum coloured lipstick.
Alice nodded at the champagne glass.
“Drink.”
There were no bubbles. The liquid was a murky gold colour.
Lucy raised the glass and took a sip. Her face crumpled at the sharp taste.
“Sourpuss !” Jodi said.
Alice smiled inwardly, although it was a line Jodi had used with others before. The urine was three days old. It was her early morning brew, first piss of the day, dark and cloudy. She had kept it in the larder, out of the fridge, so that it had begun to ferment, harmless but truly unpleasant. Some slaves actually found the flavour of clear, fresh, watery piss okay. So she regarded it as her duty to satisfy their submissive hunger for the obnoxious.
“Knock it back.” She said. “In one.”
She watch Lucy screw her eyelids shut, steel herself, and glug the tall glass back, her throat bobbing as she drank. It made Alice hot to watch. There are few thrills in life more powerful that watching somebody paying homage to your waste.
The glass was empty. Lucy held it out. A pair of plum lipstick marks remained on the rim.
“Good girl. And there’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Put the glass down and come here.”
They were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Alice handed her Vodka tumbler to Jodi to place on the side table.
“Lean down.”
Lucy obeyed. Alice swung her arm, slapping Lucy across her rouged face.
The shrill ‘thwack’ of flesh on flesh was like a gunshot in the room.
Alice smiled, and waited, then slapped again, against Lucy’s other cheek.
“As the bible says, you must learn to turn the other cheek.” She said, watching Lucy’s reaction carefully for any suppressed resistance.
“What a load of cheek !” Jodi giggled.
Both Lucy’s cheeks had flushed scarlet and her eyes were watering.
The slaps weren’t hard. Not enough to do damage. Just enough to hurt and humiliate. Lucy managed to hold her head in place, cringing with fear.
“Bend over.”
Alice and Jodi began a crude examination of Lucy’s bottom. They flipped up her mini-skirt to reveal her naked buttocks. They were not bad, a little pudgy, dimpled. She currently had a red zit on one cheek.
“Pull your ass cheeks open.”
Lucy’s fingers slowly gripped her buttocks and parted them. Alice winked at Jodi as the dark, wrinkled bud was revealed.
“Bend lower.”
Now her newly hairless cunt appeared between her legs; pink, moist labia, like hanging fruit. A velvet pouch waiting to be utilised.
“Spread your feet wider.”
They left her in that position a while, bent over, exposed, humiliated. Alice asked for her glass back. She and Jodi drank their Vodkas and chatted.
“Faster.”
Lucy was totally naked now, running on the spot in the living room. Her pert breasts wiggled to and fro as she jogged from foot to foot. Her breathing was ragged, a sheen of perspiration on her face.
Alice studied her. At 22, Lucy still carried some puppy fat. She was very pretty but could undoubtedly be improved by a combination of toning, diet and perhaps a little surgical enhancement. Perhaps a tattoo or two, some piercings, new makeup and a sluttish wardrobe ? She was a big girl, tall at 5’ 9”, wide-hipped with long, coltish legs. Her top teeth were white and even, but her bottom front teeth were slightly misaligned. Maybe Alice would send her to the orthodontist for a brace ?
“Lift your knees higher. And flick them out sideways as you run.”
Lucy’s bald pussy was quite clearly excited by all this treatment. She had now spent some eight hours in a state of humiliated arousal, almost untouched, damp and ready. Her clit was engorged but ignored.
“Stop. Now go and stand over in that corner.”
There was a wooden square set in the timber floor. It had been cut so that it was pretty much invisible unless you knew it was there, like a trapdoor.
Alice leaned down and put her finger in the secret hole, then lifted the wooden square out with her hand. A metal plate the same size as the trapdoor was revealed. The plate actually comprised two halves and there was a circular hole in the centre large enough for a human neck. It was like a pillory facing underground.
“Kneel down.”
Alice lifted out the two metal halves.
“Put your head down the rabbit hole.”
Lucy blinked but obeyed. She leaned down on her knees and placed her head in the hole until her throat was level with the timber floor.
Alice replaced the metal plates, encircling Lucy’s neck, with her head stuck below. Then she clanked shut a bolt that locked the metal plate in place. She and Jodi exchanged ‘high five’ grins and stood back to admire the headless young body apparently growing out of the timber floor. The long limbs were a truly appealing prospect.
They finished the job by fastening steel ratchet handcuffs round Lucy’s wrists behind her spine, and fixing a spreader bar to hold her knees apart.
Finally, Alice flicked on the TV and DVD player.
A murky black and white image on the screen gradually came into focus. It showed a close up of Lucy’s face. The tiny lens was mounted inside the hole under the floor. It displayed the young girl’s anguish perfectly.
Now the real, heavier fun could begin. Alice fetched a tray and Jodi pulled her bag of toys from the back seat of her car. They replenished their drinks, with the addition of a bowl of healthy raw vegetable crudités, and settled down on stools next to Lucy’s naked, helpless haunches, the TV screen in front of them.
Jodi produced ‘the plunderer’, a vibrating anal plug she’d purchased from a specialist shop in Holland. It was diamond shaped, with a thin tip, flaring out to a fat middle, down to a thinner end that was mounted on a flat base. In all it was 8 inches long and the circumference of a good-sized vaginal vibrator. Inside the shaft of the plug was a battery that powered the throbbing tip studded with pin-sized rubber spikes.
Alice watched her friend slip on surgical gloves and coat the anal plunderer with a thick slick of lubricant, laced with jalapenos, ground pepper and lemon juice.
Phew. This bit was always interesting !
She watched the screen as Jodi applied the tip of the plug to Lucy’s wrinkled bud, causing her hips to move. Jodi slapped her butt.
“Keep still.” She shouted into the tiny gap between metal and neck.
Jodi didn’t waste time. She pushed firmly and smoothly, driving the arrow shaped top half of the plug straight into Lucy’s rectum. The girl skittered about helplessly like an untamed mare not wanting to enter its stable. Her anus made a soft popping sound as the thickest part of the wedge passed her sphincter. It was downhill from then on.
Jodi slapped the base of the plug until it was flush with Lucy’s butt. A full eight inches of plastic laced with irritant was crammed into place.
On screen, there was a hysterical view of Lucy’s mouth opening and closing, nostrils flaring, as she absorbed the cruel intrusion.
“Time for a break.” Alice said.
They spent an hour online looking through the Club’s secure website, checking out their accounts, the personals, correspondence. Jodi was in negotiation with a married mother-of-two and was wonderfully close to luring the unsatisfied late-thirties submissive into her web.
At around eight thirty the doorbell rang.
It was Bull. Not his real name, but that’s what Alice and Jodi knew him as. He was a dominant black male who specialised in fucking married women, either submissive sluts, or dommes with cuckold husbands. He was muscular, 6’3”, handsome and spectacularly-endowed.
“Hi.” He pecked both ladies on the cheeks. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Don’t worry.” Alice replied. “We’re in no rush.”
“Sorry, but I am.” He looked round, the whites of his eyes widening when he saw Lucy’s backside sticking up out of the floor. “I’ve got another rendezvous later.”
Alice smiled. “No problem. How long do you have ?”
He looked at his bling gold watch. “Five minutes. Maybe ten ?”
She shrugged. She’d have to change plan. “Okay, Bull. Let’s get to it. This one’s a lezzie. And a virgin. Can you do something about that ?”
“Sure thing.”
“Mind if we film it ?”
“Keep my face out of it.”
The whole thing took less than ten minutes. They left the anal vibe buzzing away inside her throughout. He didn’t undress. He just unbuttoned a couple of shirt buttons and lowered his pants. He fingered Lucy’s labia and coaxed his dark penis to impressive hardness.
Jodi giggled at the screen. Lucy was there, appropriately in black and white, wailing silently at this new indignity. She’d evidently realised she was about to be mounted. Later, she’d get to watch the movie.
Not many girls get their deflowering preserved digitally forever. Alice leaned in close to film the moment of penetration, as Bull’s veined weapon filled the white girl’s defenceless cunt. He began thrusting hurriedly.
More lesbian or more submissive ? That was the question.
Alice was genuinely interested to know if Lucy’s dislike of male partners would turn out to be stronger than her deep need for all kinds of humiliation. Loaning her out to guys would be an amusing and interesting experiment.
Bull had offered to use a condom. He usually did and was a safe bet. But Alice had decided that bareback was the only suitable way for a 22 year old submissive to lose her innocence so late in life.
“Any time.” Bull said, buttoning his shirt. “It’d be a pleasure.”
Jodi showed him to the door while Alice filmed his thick load oozing slowly out of Lucy’s mashed pussy. Then she put the camcorder down and began manipulating the girl’s stiff clit.
“Ooh, yes.” Jodi said, staring at the screen. “Look, she’s right on the edge. You’ve got her. The little slut likes dick inside her after all.”
So Alice pulled her fingers away. She saw no reason to make her cum yet.
Another whole 24 hours passed before, late on Sunday evening, Lucy was finally allowed to strum her own clitoris to a huge, brain-scrambling orgasm. In fact, the girl actually lost consciousness for a moment or two.
Alice lounged on the sofa, watching, as Lucy squatted, masturbating before her. The red light on the camcorder glowed, silently filming everything.
“So,” Alice said, before Lucy left, “did you enjoy it ?”
“It was … intense. I … I’m not sure if … enjoyed is the word I’d use.”
“Why not ?”
“I hated some of it. But … that’s what I wanted. What I need.”
Alice nodded. “And you’re no longer a virgin either.”
“No … Mistress.” Lucy’s voice trembled with emotion; sadness ? anger ?
“If you join our Club, I shall loan you out. Is that clear ?”
Her lips curled in a rictus of nausea. “ … yes.”
“Including for money. I will sometimes prostitute you.”
Lucy sucked in a couple of deep, hyper-breaths. For a moment Alice wondered if she had pushed it up a rung too far.
“I understand, Mistress.”
“We don’t have lesbian subs in the Club. Or straight subs. They’re all expected to be bisexual. They do whatever, with whoever. In public.”
Lucy simply bowed her head in acceptance.
“I will give you 24 hours to think it over. To make certain. Afterwards, there’ll be no going back.”
After Lucy had curtseyed goodbye, Alice closed her front door.
She spent a few minutes online, posting a few words and images for the entertainment of her fellow members under the title ‘Loaning Lucy’. She logged out and set another bath running, ready to wash away her perspiration and pussy juice after the day’s enjoyable activities. She stood and admired herself in the looking glass.
Yes, Alice was in wonderland.
The End
Further adventures in Wonderland ?
Please let me know if you’d like this series continued.
By the same Author:
Completed Novels:
“After the Pestilence” – a long (80,000 words) novel set in the near future, involving numerous characters and containing, as one reviewer said, ‘something for everyone’ (most of it is non-consensual and the humiliation is extreme, although the actual violence is mainly moderate).
“Five Words” – a long (70,000 words) Fem-domme novel, beginning with just five words that changed his life. The handful of words that turned him from a husband, father and businessman to something else entirely (a bdsm romance).
“Best Enjoyed Cold” – A medium length (35,000 words) ‘Rape and Revenge’ thriller (non-consensual and emotionally cruel).
“Priceless” – A medium length (32,000 words) ‘Blackmail Saga’, originally conceived as a short-story, that grew into a novella punctuated by advertising industry taglines (consensual becomes non-consensual).
New Short Stories:
“Credit Crunch” – a two part Male-dom short story (M/f), September 2008
“Used Goods” – a single part Male-dom short story (M/f), September 2008
Completed Short Stories:
“A Special Relationship” and “A Special Weekend” – A fem-sub story and its sequel set in 2007 England of an Anglo-American relationship, involving a submissive British woman whose boundaries are pushed to their very limit by her younger dominant boyfriend during two turbulent weekends (a consensual story involving cuckqueening, female chastity and humiliation). This was originally intended as a ‘trilogy’ but due to reviews of A Special Weekend, the third instalment was canned.
“Son-of-a-Gun” – A male-dom short story set in both the mid-nineteenth century and the present day recounting the fate of two young ladies at the mercy of a desperate ship’s crew stranded on a remote island (part non-consensual and part consensual involving moderate bdsm and humiliation).
“The Ballad of Lara and Gemma” – a Fem-domme, lesbian spin-off tale from ‘After the Pestilence’, in two parts, describing the infatuation of a Domme and her unwilling female slave (all non-consensual scenes and extreme humiliation, including scat).
Unfinished Business:
“Hard Labor” – intended as a multi-part novel set in the near future but I’m afraid writer’s block and lack of inspiration have prevented continuation of the story for the moment (non-consensual)
“Short n Sweet” – a Male-dom story first posted at the same time as “Five Words”, with an invitation for readers to choose which novel was continued. Five Words won ! (consensual, at least for now ?)
“Hors d’oeuvres” and “Amuse-Bouches” (both written in English by the way !) – two collections of three ‘first chapters’ that were never continued.
Poetry:
“Supper’s Ready” – a collection of five short, light-hearted poems with a bdsm theme.
Non-Fiction:
“The Root of All Happiness” – an interview conducted for an unpublished book. I have never posted it to the BDSM Library Fiction Site. It is a transcript of a genuine dialogue with a Female-led couple and anybody interested can find it at Altairboy’s website in a posting dated August 9th 2007. Please no reposting to other sites or commercial use.
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