Christmas Vacation in the Dorm.... second try

Samantha

My mind was a whirl of thoughts. I couldn't quite put my finger on the feelings exactly. Fear? Yes, I am afraid. Afraid of the unknown. Excitement? Yes, I am also excited by the unknown. Resentment? Maybe just a bit. Resenting the fact that he has separated me from my lover, Maddie.

His hands feel exhilerating between my legs. But when his finger circled my anus, I tightened my buttocks and began to resist the intrusion. I sink my bottom into the mattress and begin to squirm from side to side. Don't get me wrong, it feels good but I am unsure of whether or not these feelings are normal.
 
Disobeyng his commands I sink to my knees at her head. Whispering a ther through the stocking.
'No angel. Don't fight. Give in to it. Doesn't his finger feel good. Dirty and naughty. Feel the wetness in your pussy, you are wet aren't you? You naughty girl. Struggle for him, try to escape. You can't. Only lay there, bound and at his mercy. Sweet mercy it can be too. There isn't anything you can do about what he wants of you. Your body is for his pleasure. But darling, angel." Kissing her softly though the stocking interfered. "What pleasure he will give you. Utter surrender and you will know, feel such things that only those in submission can know. I am here, darling, and he cannot hurt you. Would not hurt you. Give in. Be my naughty lover."
All the time caressing her face, holding her towards me so she can see my eyes, and praying I was right about him, trusting him.
 
Jim Carson

Sam's clenching and squirming probably had the opposite effect of what she intended; she'd trapped my fingertip just at the entrance to her anus, and was wriggling on it, at first I assumed she wanted me to slow down, but Maddy's rash move told me it was something closer to fear. Grinning, I pressed against her sphincter rhythmically, not even trying to enter, just to establish its presence. At the same time, I kissed her clit, nudging it with my tongue. I gave Maddy a look that told her I'd settle her accounts on the disobedience ledger in a few minutes, and pulled at Sam's clit with my lips.
 
Samantha

Having Maddie this close to me allays all my previous fears. Knowing that this is what she wants from me, I give in to my pleasure. I did want hers to be the first tongue ever to touch me there. Jim's soft sucking was setting my body on fire and Maddie's whispers set my soul on fire.

My arms ache so badly, not a direct result of the bondage. They want to hold Maddie and stroke her face that is so near mine yet I cannot touch. Her urgings coax me to greater and greater heights. My hips have a mind of their own as they buck against his tongue, wanting more and more. The sensations running through my body are maddening. Just when I think that I will surely lose control of my sanity, a warm sensation surges from my chest down between my legs. The release is unlike any I have felt before.
 
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Maddie:
I had seen the look he had thrown me, but it was okay. He would forget about it in the passion. Kneeling there, stroking her face, I grew bolder, and stroked down her neck, and to her breasts. Caught in the stocking but their nipples hard and pointed. leaning over and lightly kissing them as he was busy. Then going back to just touching her. her body glorious and sexy, even while bound.
 
Jim Carson

I smiled as I contemplated this turn.

"Show her, Maddy. Show her how her helplessness is an erotic power, a tool as well as a delight. Show her your power, reward her gift of trust. And don't think I've forgotten your disobedience." She blinked at me twice. I kept my benign smile in place. "You will be punished, though I suspect you'll enjoy it...." I sat in the chair she had vacated to be with her roomate, now her lover, poised to watch another step in their sexual evolution.
 
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"You will be punished, though I suspect you'll enjoy it...."
As he moved away.
"No, please. help me." But he shook his head.
'Then I shall prepare her for you Sir." Kneeling at her side I watched her eyes as I touched her, watched every inch of her to see what she liked and did not. To see how she reacted to light tickles, or rough squeezes.
Her moans apparently her only way to speak at the moment. Her breath too short. No matter.
"My beloved Sammy. You lay there, helpless, yet holding all the power. You think you are at our mercy, a pleasure thing to be used at our whim. But he truth. The truth is that bound and helpless there, you are in control. your beauty and sexuality holds us prisoner far tighter then those bounds. And the gift of your trust in us is far greater then anything we can give you."
I kissed her again, lickign at her lips, and cheeks through the stocking. But I wasn't happy. I reached up and poked a hole at her mouth, tearing it free, so I could use it. Thrusting my tongue in and forcing her to surrender to me.
'There." stepping back. and turning to him. "Isn't that better? Sir."
 
As I hear the tearing of the nylon around my mouth, I am anxious to feel her soft lips against mine. Her tongue probes the inner recesses of my mouth, searching . I think she searches for more than the physical. She is looking into my soul for the recognition and approval. My tongue finds hers and they dance a whirling dervish inside of my mouth. I imagine her same tongue probing other inner recesses and I am fueled by raging deisre.
 
"Slightly better. But only slightly. Samantha definitely has more agression in her, even bound. Use your imagination. If you were bound, what would you want her to do to you? What would you enjoy, wether you wanted it or not? Share your own delight, use the authority she's given you." I sat back in the chair. Maybe Maddy wasn't cut out to switch; especially after so many years of enduring abuse. Perhaps she'd adjusted to the point where her only delight was in submission. That would make things tough on Sam, who was a natural switch, if she would just let herself go. Not having your submissive needs met can be very stressful in a relationship.
 
I sensed what he was trying todo, and foiught hard to be what he wanted, what she needed.
"You are helpless little love." And if i choose to, you can ride the edge of an orgasm for hours, never peakign till I command it." Biting softly on her lower lip. Then slipping my tongue in and out. Then leaning in. Trying to sound harsh.
"Or I can make you come so swift and often, there is no break, and you plead with me to stop, to give you time to breathe." This was not easy for me. I was simply repeating things I had heard over the years. But I would never be able to do them.
"Or I can bind you in silence, in darkness. So that the merest touch to your body becomes your whole world."
 
Jim Carson

I watched Maddy as she methodically told Sam about her situation, almost like she was reading a script, and sighed. "I was afraid of this." Both their heads turned toward me. "Sam, your girlfriend is very submissive. She can't switch, like you so obviously can, from passive to aggressive and back. That might be tough on you, not having a mistress, a commanding presence when you feel you need one. It was cruel of me to show you this glimpse of your submissive side, when you might not be able to experience it in your relationship. I apologise."

Then I was moving over to the bed, and began peeling the ruined pantyhose off of her.
 
OOC In advance I apologize for this. It just typed itself out. Hope it makes sense.

Maddie:
Tears streamed down my face as he spoke... I could not please her. It was not in me. Yet, how dare he stop me from trying. I stood and turned to him, furious at my helplessness.
"How dare you release her. She is mine, and mine alone to let free. Keep your hands off her till I choose the time." Shaking with fury and fear. Her eyes wide at my outbreak, a crooked grin sneaking out on his face. It made it worse.
"You come in here and force us into things. Well fine. You are the big tough bad guy. But she," placing a hand on the center of her chest. "Is mine. Mine to leave lying here, to tease, to pleasure. Or mine to make sweet open love to. You think you know everything. You think just because you are a man that you know what I am thinking. To hell with you. To hell with you." Dropping to my knees at her side, burying my face in her tummy. Mumbling my apologies.
"I am sorry. I cannot be what you need. Let me go. release me from your heart. Stay here with him." But her hands wound into my hair and held me close, as I sobbed again. Feeling, for the millionth time that night, like a fool.
 
I hold Maddie tightly against me, stroking her hair lovingly. I was enraged that he had hurt her. But I also wondered if maybe I was the cause of her anguish.

"Maddie, I could never let you go. I love you! I know that I have no right to expect your love in return. I am new to this world of desire and passion. I need someone to guide me through this world and help me release my fears. I know in my heart that you are the only one able to do all of this for me!"

I glare at Jim, silently cursing him for hurting her, yet pleading for his help.
 
I stop in an instant. Her words soothing me, comforting me.
Still onmy knees I turn to him.
"Could I not learn? Show me, teach me." Hanging my head. "I am sorry I said those things. I was angered, at myself." But then defiantly lifting my head. "But I can be this, if she needs it. Maybe I need it too. Couldn't you show me, help me. Please?" Knowing it was so much to ask this stranger who had already given us so much.
 
Jim Carson

"It's not something to be taught." I tap myself on the chest. "It comes from here. Your heart and gut. I may have been mistaken, though, you do have some potential. Especially in light of that outburst. The only advice I can give is to do what you feel. With your recent acceptance and beginning understanding of this world, I offered the simplest path I could think of; do to her what you like having done to you; talk about it together, and use what works, discard what doesn't. And asking her to let you go? Haven't you been paying attention? She loves you, has loved you for longer than she's been able to admit, even to herself. Love is far too scarce in this world to ever throw it away." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; I'd been skirting the edge of real anger over that.

"It seemed to me you were reading a script; discussing things you weren't prepared to do, ever. I tried twice to get you to show her, and both times you talked to her about it; it looked to me like you couldn't just do something with, or for, or to her. If I was wrong, I apologise. But I can only teach the mechanics of it; the feeling comes from within you; the rush, as you realise you've got a submissive hooked; ready for whatever game is in the offing, the surge of pure love and trust you feel coming from them, the responsibility of not abusing that trust. And switching, like Sam seems to do naturally, though that may just be because she's looking for a guide, switching gives you the chance to experience the strengths of both sides. And your uncle gave you a pretty thorough schooling in the mechanics of a B&D sex scene, he just missed the emotional honesty and commitment that have to be a part of a loving relationship based in this sort of power exchange. Where did your anger come from, the outburst? 'She's mine!', you told me. You had no trouble standing up to me when I intruded on what you finally began to think of as your scene. It's your scene again; what are you going to do with it?"
 
Maddie: I knel there listening. Silence filling my ears when she finished. The words sinking in. I knew what a switch was, and knew it was in me, for Sam's sake.
"I love her." Turning to Sam.
"Sam, lay back, your arms above your head." She paused, not sure. "Now." I straddled her then reached up, taking the scraps of the nylon off her face.
"Jim. In that drawer. There." He opened my top drawer.
"In the back." Rummaging through he found what I was asking for. A special rope, already looped and ready. Hidden from eyes, kept for whatever reason.
I slipped the loops over her wrists and drew it up, fastening it to the corners of the bed, with Jim's help. My body always touching hers, but as if it was nothing, as if it was accidental. Making sure to rub my pussy across each nipple as I moved. Ignoring her whimpers.
"Now, my precious pet. You are held here, in my love." Kissing her cheek, caressing her hair. Running one finger along her lips.
"How beautiful you are, lying there, helpless, yet holding all the power." I slid down, watching her eyes, till our pussies were touching. grinding into her. Knowing I needed to go gentle.
"You werenaughty not to tell me you loved me. You should thank this kind man for making you confess." Her eyes widened.
"But not with words." My head dipped and I sucked in one nipple, my eyes not leaving her. Gently licking and teasing, then more roughly nipping. Her tiny yelp alarmed me, but her pelvis wiggled and ground up, and her back arched. The tiny hairs on her arms were standing also. Little signs, but I knew them for what they were.
 
Why didn't someone tell me I double posted, good grief.
 
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OOC: Real Life intrudes; I'm traveling for the company. For the next couple of days I'll be in Boston, far away from my computer....

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Jim Carson

I sat back a bit in my seat, watching, thinking of how I'd started this thing, practically forcing my psycho-analysis on the pair of them, watching their long-restrained passions awaken, their feelings for each other now quite plainly visible, and the mantle of Maddy's past no longer weighing on her quite so heavily. Maybe these two kids were finally beginning to understand themselves, and the people around them, better.
 
I could cry. I could scream. I could sing. Maddie's body against mine was excurtiatingly pleasurable. The touches I have longed for an eternity she is now bestowing on me. Her lithe young body on top of me fuels my love and desire for her. I will follow her anywhere; heaven or hell, wherever she wants to take me.

I believe she is leading me to both afterlifes. I soar into the clouds as her lips find the hardened tip of my breasts. Within my body, however, burns a fire as hot as lucifer's home. Not being able to touch her is akin to sheer madness. I tug at the ties that bind my arms; my hands aching to feel her supple skin. My hips thrust into her pelvis, needing to be as close to her as I can get. I have certainly gone crazy for I begin to writhe and mumble incoherently.




OOC: Real life getting in my way also! Sorry! Thanks for being patient!
 
OCC: Hey happens. Thought maybe you had found this schol and were holding out on us.

Maddy, insane with lust.....

All thoughts of him were gone as she reacted, writhing and moaning. Her whole body catching fire as I kissed and licked at her perfect breasts. For months I had watched them, peeked at them, longed for them. I had needed to touch them, taste them. Now they were mine. In all their glory. I bit little holes and pulled the nipples out. There.

"Isn't that better Sir?" Knowing he was watching, hoping he was as aroused as us. Then I leaned over and took a nipple into my mouth, nipping it, pulling at it, as I had seen her do at night. In the dark, thinking I was asleep.
"You like that don't you. My precious. I watched you at night. Fingering yourself, biting your lip, pullig at your poor nipples. I longed to help you, devour you. Now it is my turn. God Sam, even bound as you are, you are my precious, my jewel. Feel how hot you have me?" Grinding my pussy into hers, sure she could feel the waves of pure heat rolling off me. My body was slick with sweat, my need for her insatiable.
"See what you have done to our poor darling?" Forcing her to turn her head. Knowing he must be rock hard at this point.
"That is what you do to us. make us lust and want you."
Then ducked my head back to her breasts and suckled for awhile. Never wanting to leave, but then feelign his hand on my shoulder.
 
Jim Carson

Apparently, my erection was an interesting display, judging by the way Maddy was using it to arouse her girlfriend further. Sam looked at it briefly, mumbled something, then her head swept back to her new lover, eyes widening, then closing as she threw her head back, moaning.
 
She realized what I had in mind. Before this night was through my sweet Sam would no longer be a stranger to a cock. To a man making love to her, fucking her. She would know the differance.
Slipping up, so i was straddling her but sitting up. My hands stillw andeing, but lightly. Amost tickling.
'D you even know how sexy you are. In my wildest fantasies I never even dreamed to be touching you. Loving you." A tear slipped down my cheek. Her eyes saddened.
"No. Happy tear. For the love you have shown me." Then I slid down, kissing her nipples, her belly, lingering at her navel. Tonguing it through the net. Only then moving lower, letting her anticipate what I was about to do.
 
I am saying farewell to Lit SRP! (for a while anyway!) I wish you all well!!
 
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