A Study in Shame (13 page)

She continued to inspect the harness and dildo, her face working between disgust and delight, only to suddenly speak up. ‘Why not? You’re right. It doesn’t hurt anybody, and I feel so turned on, but … but all this stuff. And what’s this?

She ducked down, to pull out the rest of my harness from the half-open drawer, her voice full of shock and what I sincerely hoped was mock disapproval as she went through the various pieces. ‘More dildos? Handcuffs? And what’s this for?’

She was holding up the head harness, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she made a horrified inspection of the double-ended dildo.

I forced myself to speak, mumbling an explanation. ‘You – you put it on your head. The short cock thingy goes in your mouth while …’

‘It might go in
yours
, but it certainly doesn’t go in
mine
! You dirty bitch, Lucinda!’

My knees gave way and I sank to the floor, because this time there was no mistaking the tone of her voice, or the implications of what she’d said. She was coming towards me, holding the cage.

‘I know I’m going to regret this in the morning, but come on then, let’s see what you look like.’

I couldn’t have resisted if I’d wanted to, my arms hanging useless by my sides as she pulled the leather cage on over my head, forcing me to take the thick rubber cock into my mouth as she fastened the straps at the back of my neck. She still looked horrified, but she was giggling as she took hold of the bigger dildo, tugging on it as if she was tossing a man’s cock.

‘I see how it works. Oh, what the hell, you’re not going to tell anybody, are you?’

Nor was she, especially as she’d begun to fiddle with the main strap-on harness, quickly depriving Morrison of his manhood and taking it over herself.

‘I’m going to fuck you too, Lucinda. That’s what I did to Jacqueline on the course. I fucked her with a big fat candle. And I felt so bad about it, and here you are, all the time, ten times worse! Now let’s get you in these cuffs.’

I was already kneeling on the bed and quickly went down, pressing my face and breasts to the coverlet with my wrists crossed behind my back. She took hold, quickly fixing the cuffs in place and I was helpless, not just under her command but under her control, with my bum in the air and my cunt ready for fucking.

As she got behind me she spoke again. ‘My, but we did make a mess of your bottom, didn’t we? And what’s this? Have you been whipped? You have, haven’t you, and you’ve been given a bit of a spanking by the look of it. Are you OK with that, Lucy?’

Her voice was full of sympathy and concern and she’d called me Lucy. I nodded urgently, praying she wouldn’t break the moment by making a fuss over the state of my bottom. Her hand came forward and the gag had been eased a little way forward, allowing me to answer her as she spoke. ‘What happened? Are you really OK?’

‘Yes. I’m fine. I – I got spanked, that’s all, and given a stroke of the cane.’

‘What for?’

‘For being naughty …’

‘Seriously?’

‘Sort of. I just like it, Stacey, now fuck me!’

She let go of my gag, which slapped back into my mouth, making my eyes pop even as the head of the fat rubber dildo was pressed to my cunt and up. Her hands found my hips, taking a firm hold in my flesh and she began to fuck me, pushing deep up my hole and easing the dildo right out before penetrating me once more, until I was squirming with reaction.

‘This is fun! Oh, you are a dirty little bitch, Lucinda, you really are! What does this button do?’

I’d have screamed if I hadn’t been gagged. She turned the vibrator on, full, sending a violent jolt through me, and her. I heard her cry, felt her press deep and she was grinding herself against my bottom, not even bothering to fuck in my hole as she pleasured herself and reaching orgasm in just seconds. The dildo slipped from my cunt and she was sighing in bliss as she sat back.

‘That was good. That was lovely. If this is what girls get up to together, I want more. Come on.’

She took hold of the chain connecting my wrists and pressed the head of the dildo to my cunt again, quickly pulling herself into me. Once more her hands found my hips and she began to fuck me, more like a man would now, with short hard thrusts that made me jerk and shiver as the sensations ran through my body. I was going to come, if she only kept it up, but before I could get there she’d pulled out once more and I’d been rolled over onto my back.

I thought she was going to enter me again and spread my thighs to accommodate her, only to have her strip her harness off and throw one leg across my head to lower herself onto the dildo protruding from my mouth. It was an awful situation, every bit as uncomfortable and humiliating as I’d imagined, lying there helpless with my wrists cuffed behind my back as she rode me, with her boobs in her hands as she enjoyed the dildo inside her, talking all the while. ‘Oh, now I see. Yes, that is nice, very nice, and you do look a picture. Oh, Lucy, I am so glad I spoke to you, you dirty, dirty little bitch. I could come again, so easily, so very easily …’

She broke off with a sigh and started to wriggle on the dildo. I could do nothing, pinned beneath her with my mouth full of rubber cock and my hands strapped tight behind my back, neither protest nor beg her to take pity on me, nor what I wanted most of all, which was to get my fingers to my sticky well-fucked cunt and bring myself off. She didn’t realise, or she didn’t care, as cruel as Juliette had ever been without even realising what she was doing as she squirmed and wriggled her way to a second orgasm, while my excitement and frustration rose higher and higher still, but when she finally climbed off she at least had the sense to realise how much she’d taken out of me.

‘I expect this thing hurts after a while. Come on, let’s get it off.’

It was all I could do to lift my head to let her get at the straps, and when the dildo was finally pulled free I was left gasping on the bed. Stacey was still straddled across my belly, her hot wet sex pressed to my skin as she spoke again, her voice suddenly less confident. ‘Your turn then. What would you like me to do? I don’t mind licking, if you like?’

‘I – I like things done to me, cruel things, like being spanked, and given the cane. Juliette Fisher used to spank me, you see, and she caned me. This time …’

I’d been going to tell her the truth, because talking about it was turning me on but I needed a rest, only to change my mind. It wasn’t the moment to tell her about Marcus, or Charlie.

‘This time, it was after the paintball match. You remember how I ran off into the woods? I’d got really muddy, my trousers were torn and my bottom was a mess, and I’d sat in a cowpat. I needed to clean up, and this old woman let me have a bath, but she caught me playing with myself and she spanked me.’

‘You let her?’

‘I – I wanted it, sort of, like you want girls but you feel bad about it too.’

She nodded and I carried on, embroidering my tale. ‘I got it over her knee, in the nude, and when she’d finished she made me touch my toes and gave me a stroke of the cane, just one, but it hurt so much. And then I had to do corner-time, standing with my nose pressed to the wall and my bare red bum showing to the room. Juliette used to make me do corner-time too, in front of her friends.’

That at least was true, but Stacey was starting to look doubtful again and I went on quickly. ‘What would you like to do? You can spank me if you like? My bruises aren’t that bad, and it’s a lot of fun.’

‘I’m not sure I could. I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘You wouldn’t hurt me, but just now, could you get off? I need to pee.’

‘Oops, sorry.’

She climbed off, and I rolled over to let her undo my cuffs, only to be struck by a sudden mischievous thought. ‘You’re going to have to help me, Stacey, help me pee while I’m still in the cuffs.’

Her expression changed to surprise, but only for an instant. ‘You are such a disgrace! What, do you want me to watch you pee?’

‘If you like.’

She shook her head as if in despair at my behaviour, but she was already helping me to my feet. ‘Come along then, you little disgrace, and maybe I will give you that spanking after all.’

I came, led by my arm into the bathroom and assisted into place on the loo. She stood back, her arms folded across her chest, looking down at me. I tried to relax, already deeply ashamed of myself for even suggesting such a thing. Then I’d let go, my pee squirting into the bowl beneath me as Stacey watched, embarrassed and fascinated all at the same time, to make me feel small and silly, exactly as I liked, while it had been far, far too long since I’d deliberately done it in front of another girl.

‘Now you. Do it all down my front.’

‘Lucinda!’

‘Please? But undo me first. I want to come.’

‘You … you …’

She couldn’t find words for what I was, but she’d reached behind my back to undo my cuffs, freeing my hands, which went straight between my legs. I began to stroke myself, revelling in how naughty I was being and begging her to do it, even though I knew I’d make it anyway, for the sheer humiliation of asking something so dirty and getting refused.

‘Please, Stacey? All over my front. All down my tits and over my cunt while I play with myself. Please!’

‘Lucy, I …’

‘Please!’

I was sobbing, near to tears as I begged her to piss on me, and suddenly she’d come forward, to straddle my legs, pushing out her belly at my face. My mouth came wide, I heard her sigh of relief and she’d done it, full in my mouth as I rubbed at my cunt, masturbating furiously hard as her warm piddle ran out at the sides of my mouth and down over my breasts, soaking my belly and splashing on my busy fingers. It was going all over the floor too, in a rapidly spreading puddle, but I didn’t care, too far gone to think of anything except the utter humiliation of being pissed on and the beautiful wicked girl who was doing it to me. The orgasm hit me, every muscle in my body going tight as everything I’d done and had done to me came together at once, and at the first glorious peak I swallowed, to deliberately fill my belly with my new girlfriend’s hot piddle.

A second peak hit me at the thought of what I’d done, and a third, my fingers still rubbing between my thighs as my ecstasy slowly faded with the stream of warm pale fluid flowing from Stacey’s sex. She was giggling, and so was I, both enjoying our dirty secret sin, but I wasn’t quite finished. There was one last thing to do, something I’d wanted since I’d first met her.

‘Turn around, darling. Stick out your bottom.’

She hesitated, but did it, pushing out her lovely full bottom to make her cheeks part a little and show off the sweetly turned lips of her cunt. I took hold of her cheeks, spread them to show off the rude little star between, puckered up my lips and kissed Stacey Atkinson’s anus.

My first thought on waking up was that I’d disgraced myself, and as I rapidly came around I realised just how badly. Not only had I gone to bed with a colleague from work, which I’d promised myself time and again I’d never do, but it had been with another girl. That was only the start, very much the start.

I’d suckled her tits. I’d let her fuck me with a strap-on dildo, put me in bondage and ride my face. I’d told her I liked to be spanked and asked if she’d like to do it to me. I’d peed in front of her and begged her to do it in turn, all down my tits. Finally I’d kissed her bottom hole.

‘Oh, Lucinda, what have you done?’

I turned my head, to find Morrison lying on the floor, staring up at me, his gaze more accusing than ever.

‘Sorry. Oh, bugger! Stacey?’

‘I’m in the loo.’

I got out of bed and padded into the bathroom, not even bothering to pull on my robe. She was also naked, and about to climb into the shower. We’d cleaned up the night before, giggling together as we crawled around on all fours to mop up the mess we’d made, before showering together and tumbling into bed for more sex, this time head to tail as we licked each other to ecstasy. My final memory was of her climbing off me with a long satisfied sigh to leave the ceiling spinning gently over my head until the combination of drink and exhaustion had finally got the better of me.

Now we shared a guilty embarrassed grin, but I spoke first. ‘That was –’

‘– lovely.’

‘Lovely, but very, very naughty. You won’t tell anybody, will you?’

‘You have to be joking! I pissed all over you!’

‘Thank you. Our secret then?’

‘You better believe it, but … there’ll be another time, won’t there?’

I answered by kissing her, and the feel of her softness and power would have quickly had me back on my knees, only there was no time. She turned the shower on and I got in with her, both of us laughing together as we soaped each other down, and this time there was no holding back. I let my fingers slip between her thighs and hers went between mine, to play with each other as we kissed under the stream of hot water, until I went down, turning her around to bury my face between the cheeks of her bottom. She was sighing as I began to lick, attending to her anus before starting to tongue her properly, lapping faster and faster at her clit as she wriggled her bottom into my face.

My hand was already between my thighs, rubbing with the urgency of knowing we had only minutes to make it, but that was all we needed. She came, crying out my name as her climax hit her, and I immediately turned my attention back to her bottom hole, licking and probing at the tight little star with my face pushed firmly between her cheeks until I too had reached orgasm.

We came apart and finished washing each other before stepping out of the shower, and, with my immediate need satisfied and the water off, I said what I knew was necessary. ‘Yes, there’ll be another time, Stacey, but there’s something you need to know. I’m seeing a man, a local importer called Magnus Brabant. We’ve only been out a couple of times, but he’s quite special. On the other hand, it’s an open relationship, of sorts, so if …’

I spread my hands in a hopeful gesture. She nodded, although she looked disappointed, and I went on. ‘I want to be honest, that’s all. Oh, and it was Magnus who gave me the cane, although the woman at the cottage did spank me. That was so nice, and I do hope you’re going to do it too, but for the time being we need to work out how to get you downstairs without arousing anybody’s suspicion.’