Helen 4 The Little Slave-girl

Six months on, Helen was genuinely experienced now. She had done the sex-party scene to death, and (frustrated with her home life) she had moved out and moved in with Sandra, with whom she had (despite the difference in their ages) managed to fall hopelessly in love. The combination of deep, satisfying romantic love, with the complete freedom to shag anyone she liked was just what the doctor ordered as far as Helen was concerned. People were not built to be monogamous, and an arrangement such as she had with Sandra was the answer. Of course, there had to be rules, as in any relationship, and the Number One rule here was that neither of them should shag anyone else without the other being present. For six months this had worked perfectly. Naturally, they had the odd argument, but generally it was an enviable arrangement: the older woman was driven wild by the younger girl?s beauty and massive sex-drive, and her complete lack of cynicism, whilst the young girl was very appreciative of the older woman?s devotion and very considerable experience. One day they were having a ?lie in?; Helen was leaning on her partner?s breasts whilst moving a finger lazily in and out of her vagina, when Sandra suddenly sat up, as though she had made a decision. ?Helen? you know I love you, don?t you?? Helen froze, despite her total trust in the older woman. She almanbahis had only heard that expression on The Maury Show, and it was always a prelude to the one who said it owning up to being unfaithful, or worse. ?Don?t be frightened, darling,? Sandra said full of concern. ?I?m just going to suggest that it?s time we did something new." ?But we?re always doing something new; you?re the most adventuresome partner anyone could have. I?ve shagged all your friends, male and female, of all ages. I?ve done everything to everyone, and had them all do it to me. What do you want me to do now, shag their pets?? The two of them collapsed in an uncontrollable fit of the giggles. ?That won?t be necessary,? smiled Sandra. ?What then?? asked Helen. Sandra replied, ?How would you like to be a little slave?? Sandra was rather vague about what precisely she meant by this, but Helen gathered it was some kind of BDSM scene, and she wasn?t impressed. She had always been fairly resistant to pain, but she didn?t enjoy it. On the other hand, she had had a couple of partners spank her lightly, and that felt good. She was persuaded to try it out, with a promise from Sandra that she would be permitted to stop as soon as she felt uncomfortable. It was hours later that she recalled that she had used the word ?permitted?. Why, she wondered, did the recollection almanbahis yeni giriş of this word make her feel horny? Sandra was on the phone for ages making arrangements. She seemed to have endless friends and acquaintances. Finally things were sorted, and the date was set for Helen?s initiation. The day eventually dawned and Helen found herself on her way. Strangely enough the journey only took a few minutes. The house was only just around the corner. Strange, Helen thought, what is lurking behind the respectable windows of suburbia. Helen was expecting everyone to be dressed in rubber masks and chains, but this wasn?t the case at all. Sandra took her straight into an enormous living room. There were about twenty people there, mostly women but with a few men. ?Ahh,? minced one middle-aged guy, ?our new recruit has arrived.? Ages ranged from over fifty to one girl near Helen?s own. She was given a drink. There was friendly random chit-chat about the usual mundane subjects. After about an hour Helen was beginning to get really bored. She couldn?t imagine this lot having an orgy. Suddenly one of the ladies said, ?I think it?s time to go downstairs.? They all headed for a set of double doors; when Helen stood up to join them Sandra looked a little sheepish. ?Er, not you, dear; you come with me this way.? Sandra led the way to almanbahis giriş a small flight of stairs going down. ?We are going into the cellar too, my dear, but to a different part. You have to prepare.? What exactly Helen had to prepare for wasn?t plain, and Sandra was decidedly uncommunicative on the matter. They ended up in a small room with no furniture. ?Strip!? commanded Sandra. ?What?s going to happen?? Helen asked nervously, as she quickly got out of her skimpy clothes. ?It?s very important that from now on, for the rest of this night you learn to obey. Whatever you do, do not ask questions; just do whatever you?re told as soon as you?re told it, and everything will be OK. I?ve watched you closely these last six months and I just know you will enjoy yourself immensely tonight. Trust me; but you must obey. If you really can?t stand it any more and you want it all to stop, say the code-word ?parasol?, but try not to use that word. You will enjoy it much more if you can see it through?. Helen experienced a mixture of feelings.On the one hand, she felt frankly afraid, as she believed that some sort of pain must be involved in what was going to happen (and she knew intuitively that Sandra could not, or would not, help her avoid it). On the other hand, she was so horny at the thought of something new happening to her, and in front of all these strangers. She decided to go with it. ?You must wear this,? Sandra told her. ?At the beginning, anyway.? Before Helen could ask any questions, Sandra fitted a ball-gag over her mouth, and fastened it round the back of her head.