Untethered

"Please Cailey? You know Joe is only in town for tonight and if I don't see him, he'll kill me," Ina pleaded. Cailey sighed. It was her first free Friday in months and she had planned to not do a damn thing but have some alone time. "I'll owe you big time. I'll do anything you want hon." Cailey leaned her head back against the couch and looked over at her. "Damn Ina. What is the job?" Ina gave her a big smile, knowing she was going to say yes. "It's a boyfriend wanting to do something special for his girl's birthday. A little domination, a little pleasure. Just the girl. The guy won't be there." Cailey looked at the TV for a long moment and then nodded slowly. "Thank you, thank you!" Ina hugged her loosely standing up. "It's at the Chateau. 10pm. Room 109. I have the money already." She disappeared and came back moments later with bills in her hand. "Your reputation proceeds you," Cailey smiled up at her. "Here," Ina tried to hand it to her. She shook her head, "Naw, you just owe me. Don't worry about it." Ina eyed her warily. Cailey grinned. "Only rule is a 3 hour limit and to keep her blindfolded the entire time. She should be set up already for you when you get there." "Does he want anything in particular?" Cailey asked. Ina shrugged, "Instructions said as much pain as you want to dole out." Cailey stood up, stretching. "Okay, I'll be there. Tell Joe I said hello." Ina smiled and nodded, hurrying to grab her stuff from the foyer. A minute later she heard the door close as she refilled her drink a few fingers. She took the glass with her to the door leading to the basement. Turning on the light, she walked down the staircase slowly, draining part of the scotch. She headed to the far door and opened it, turning on the sparse light that illuminated the large square room. A rack stood in the corner, shaded in darkness, restraints untied and falling loosely around the pegs. To the right was a long table, padded with thick material, cuffs attached to the top and bottom. She turned and went to the long wardrobe to the her left and punched in 4 numbers. It slid open without a sound. A light came on, making everything inside turn red. She reached towards the bottom cabinet and pulled out a plain black bag. She set it on a small table next to the wardrobe. She looked at the crops in front of her and pulled down a longer, thinner one. Her other hand reached for a ball gag and she put both in the bag. She opened the drawer in front of her taking out nipple clamps and a bottle of lubricant. She shut the drawer and then opened the larger one to the the left. Strap-ons and dildos of different sizes lay methodically placed in the sizable drawer, each in its own place on the velvet. She chose her favorite one, a fairly thick one that curved gently, usually enabling her to hit just the right spot. It wasn't too long, average, but it was the pentration that was the point, not the size. She placed it in a pouch made for it, then took it and her long elbow length black latex gloves hanging to her immediate right off the hook, closing the wardrobe. She heard a slight sound, a vacuum seal, and she put the rest of the items in the bag, zipping it. To the immediate left of the door, she opened the trunk and pulled out her leathers. All black. Pants, boots that went to above her knee. Two cuffs for her wrists. She closed the trunk, putting the bag over her shoulder and closed the light. Heading back up the stairs, she let her mind start to go where it needed to go for the evening. She cleared it completely as she took everything into her bedroom. She looked over at the clock. Almost 9pm. It would take her at least 20 minutes to drive there. She stripped and took a quick shower, taking care to wash carefully everywhere, including using a neutral shampoo that wouldn't overpower the woman's senses. She dried off, going to her dresser and took out a black lace bra and a black satin halter. She didn't like wearing leather on her upper torso for some reason. Call it a quirk. She put on her clothes, then checked the clock again before she turned out the lights to her apartment. She hoped this would be quick and easy. Ina owed her big time. When she got to the Chateau, it was as dark as sin outside. Some of the lights weren't working in the garden path leading towards the different rooms. Better that way, she supposed. Kept her partially hidden in shadows. She walked past a tall man who tried to catch her eye, but she didn't look at him, continuing straight ahead. She never talked to anyone but the client when she was on a job. She controlled her environment from beginning to end, that way there was no outside noise clouding her head. She looked at the rooms in the corner. Two were dark, the one in the far corner, further from the others had a blue light coming from it. A TV. That was the room. Ina had left the key in the foyer and she looked at it. Same number. She looked around and behind her, back into the garden. Silent. She approached the door and slid the key in quietly, the door opening easily. A smallish two room suite greeted her. She was in the outer greeting room. A couch and table sat in front of her, flowers in a vase. A large TV mounted on the wall. There was an empty beer bottle sitting on the table. She locked the door behind her, chaining it, the shadow of the TV creeping across the wall. Another door was right beyond the couch. She heard some heavy metal music coming from it. Slightly loud and obnoxious. She set her bag down on the table, unzipping it. She took out the crop and left everything else. She slid it into her knee high boot, then made her way to the open door. The room inside was darker, lit by two candles, one on either side of the bed. Red. Her eyes weren't on the candles or the room or the dark empty bathroom, all of which she saw in an instant. Instead they took in the naked and prone figure of the woman on the bed. She was quite tall, possibly her height, her long limbs spanning a good portion of the bed, restrained as they were. Her hands were in cuffs that were attached to the wrought iron banisters at the top of the bed, her ankles as well. She was spread too far apart for comfort, almost at an unnatural angle. The flickering light played over her body and she came closer, standing at the foot of the bed. She was shaved smooth except for a tiny strip of hair at the top of her mound, and she followed it up to her absolutely gorgeous breasts. Full, and even laying down, they stood up. Fake maybe. She didn't mind one way or the other. The nipples were softly settled in her larger areolas. The music was not just obnoxious, it was bordeline güvenilir bahis frenetic, not something she enjoyed at all when she was working. She walked to the radio the was next to the woman's head and turned it off completely. The girl's head turned slightly towards her. Her eyes were blindfolded and she already had a gag in her mouth, a bit of some kind. She didn't really like bits as they tended to actually chip people's teeth when used. She could see the girl's mouth at the sides were already a little raw. She had the most perfect looking nose and arched eyebrows, but her face was slightly contorted from the bit so she couldn't really tell what she looked like in repose. She had an idea though. The girl was beautiful. She felt something stir low in her spine. Interesting. It had been awhile since she had a client that made her curious. She crouched down next to her, the bed low to the ground. She looked at the girls wrist and noticed bruising around it. She knew if she looked at the other wrist and possibly her ankles she would see the same thing. Her boyfriend or whoever her boyfriend gave her to didn't handle her gently. She saw the girl start to shiver and looking at her for a long moment, she realized it was one of fear, not pleasure. She wondered briefly if the girl liked this, or if the boyfriend did. She studied the girl for a long moment. It had been awhile since she had decided to reverse her plans. She was not into doling out pain at someone else's expense. She did it entirely to please the person she was with at that given moment. If the girl did not really want what she was offering, she didn't want to purposely hurt her knowing it would cause her a different kind of pain. She put her hand on the bed, letting the girl know she was there. She felt the girl jerk slightly. Yeah, she was scared. "I'm going to loosen your bonds," she said quietly. The girl remained silent and she slowly undid the restraint from the bar, putting it closer to the girls head, re-attaching it. She went to each of the four corners and did the same. She saw the girl's body sag slightly into the bed with relief from her limbs being stretched so far apart. She came to the top of the bed again and reached out slowly, running her hand down her cheek to the bit. She reached behind the girl's head and unlatched it, taking it off. The girl immediately wet her full lips, her jaw moving slightly. She had a few questions for her. Wanted to hear her answers. She looked at the metal in her hand. These things were pretty crucial. Made her think she was getting too soft for this business. Of course that was something she had been telling herself the last few years as she took less and less job offers. The money was out of this world, but she always felt worn out afterwards. Kids were getting more and more demanding. They weren't true subs, just role-players. It wasn't a game to her. But also more and more, as was evidenced with the girl with her, she felt people were losing the meaning of control. She never left bruises, never left scars. She was always careful and she always only gave what could be handled, until they completely gave in to their own pleasures. Hurting someone just for the sake of being in control and having the power without giving in return was abuse, not something she incorporated into her work or her life. She set the gag on the table and fingered the girl's blindfold, having the strange need to see her eyes. Not a good idea. She ran a finger down the girls face to her neck lightly, the girl's mouth parting. "Tell me. Do you like pain?" She waited, watching the girl swallow. "Yes, Mistress." Standard answer, but she could tell it was false. "I don't tolerate someone who lies. So I'll ask you again. DO YOU LIKE PAIN?" The girl's lower lip shook slightly, her hands clenching above her. "No, Mistress." She nodded to herself, her hand going down her side, not touching her breasts, just resting on her hip before moving down to her thigh. "Is this for you, or for someone else?" she asked. "Someone else, Mistress." There was merit in doing things to please your partner, but if you yourself received nothing from it, no pleasure from the pain and ultimate release from yourself through losing control and just being, there really wasn't a point. She got on to the bed between the girls legs. "Do you like to be dominated?" Maybe that was the better question to ask. The girl wet her lower lip and then let out an almost inaudible, "Yes, Mistress." She knew this time she was telling the truth. So she liked to be dominated, but she was maybe getting more than she bargained for. She would do this without the pain then. She ran her hands encased in the gloves up her legs and over her stomach, once, twice. The girl bit her lip, not moving. She moved up her naked body, running the leather of her pants up her legs. Her chest was below her, the breasts pushed lightly into her. She placed her hands on either side of her head, looking down at her. She pushed into her body, pressing her pelvis into the girl, against her bareness. She let her hands move over the girl, cupping each breast, the nipples starting to get hard. They were real, definitely not fake. She bent her head and took the girl's mouth, firm, demanding. The girl's mouth opened under hers tentatively and she felt desire crawl over her. They kissed for a few long moments and she realized that she really could lay here all night and do just this. Her fingers pinched her nipple lightly, their tongues sliding together. She felt the girl move slightly under her and she pulled away slowly, the girl's breaths coming faster. "Do you want my mouth on you?" she asked her, her hand moving down to cup her. "Yes, Mistress," the girl whispered. "Where do you want my mouth?" The girl bit her lip, "Wherever pleases you, Mistress." She shook her head. Another standard answer. "Answer the question," she said slowly, pinching her other nipple. The girl gasped softly, "On my breasts, between my legs Mistress." Her cheeks reddened which made her almost want to laugh. Shy? She moved her mouth to her full breasts and flicked at her nipples one by one. They were rock hard and long and she sucked them strongly, watching the woman's face as she kept them moist in her mouth. Her other hand went between her legs, and she ran her fingertips up her. She moved down her body to her vagina. Very nice. Almost delicate looking. Pink..smooth. Lips covering her opening. She opened her mouth and started to lick her folds. The girls legs trembled slightly, her back moving imperceptibly. Damn, it looked like the tables were turned güvenilir bahis siteleri on her. She wanted to pleasure her, wanted to be on her knees. She liked the feeling. She smiled to herself as she ate the girl out expertly, taking her to the edge, only to bring her back down and start over. Her opening started to pour fluids, her clit was now standing out from under the hood, her body trying to remain still but failing miserably. She tasted like honey in her mouth as it slid down her throat gently. She moved her face away a final time and the girl moaned pitifully. She wanted to be inside of her. She got up and left the room, getting the bag. She brought it back in, setting it on the dresser. She took out the strap-on and then took off her own clothes, taking her time. The girls juices were glistening, her nipples still hard, her lips plump from her chewing on them. She was gorgeous, responsive, and she wanted to claim her. She came onto the bed again and got between her legs. "Do you want to be fucked?" she asked, her voice low. The girl let out a breath, "Yes, Mistress." She tilted her head looking at her. "I don't think you want it enough." She knew the girl was lubricated, but she put more on her strap-on from the bottle she had put on the bed. She pressed just the tip of it to the girl's entrance, then ran it up to her clit before backing away. The girl whimpered, her mouth opening. "Do you want to be fucked?" she asked her again, studying her. "Yes, Mistress. Please. Fuck me," the girl pleaded softly. She leaned over her, taking her breast into her mouth again, the tip barely sliding in. The girls body shook slightly at the penetration, her hips moving with her. She sucked on her nipple, biting it, her other hand going to her long strawberry blonde hair now tangled around her head. She moved just the tip in and out, the girl's mouth opening in an O as she tried to get more of her inside, her hips pressing against her. She knew what the girl wanted. Wasn't going to give it to her. She fucked her slowly, never fully seating herself or touching her clit as she rose over her, watching the girl fight the sensations at the same time welcome them. Her breasts moved as she took her, her hands clenching spasmodically in the restraints. She glided in and out of her for long moments, then stilled, watching her fight not to speak, just to lay still. She would start up again, only to stop and settle into her. She wanted her to lose that control. Lose it to actual pleasure. To her. And to herself. Soon she was penetrating her more deeply, her other leg going over her thigh, pressing her to the bed, controlling the girl's movement and her own. Their nipples teased one another, her mouth brushing the girls. The woman moaned softly, her body now moving with hers, her back arching. She knew she was close to her orgasm, could tell she needed stimulation on her clit, her mouth on her. Just when the girl was about to break, she stopped, coming out of her completely. The girl gasped, her body trying to rise with hers, her face unsure but needy. She went to the bathroom and cleaned her strap-on after removing it. She came back into the room, took out a new pair of underwear and put them on, then dressed again. Her whole body was pissed at her. Wanted her to get back in that bed and finish what she had started. Wanted to see what this girl felt like, looked like when she came from her being inside of her, with her. But the ultimate act was losing yourself by choice. The girl hadn't had a choice to begin with. So she was making it about a choice for the girl now. She put everything back in her bag, then zipped it, coming to stand next to the girl. She took out a white card, scribbling her private line and her address. She undid first her left wrist, then her right, the girl's breaths still harsh, her body tight with the need for release. She put the card in the girls fingers, wanting to see her eyes, but knowing that she would have to wait. Maybe she would never see them. She touched her face lightly. So fragile looking. It made her want to pick her up and hold her in her lap. She let herself back away, her eyes leaving the girl. She picked up her bag and walked out of the room, not looking back. __________________________________________________ ___ Madison sat on her porch, the blanket wrapped around her. She slowly drank her wine, her eyes unseeing as they looked out over the veranda. Her body seemed to be humming, had been since that night over two weeks ago. She was expecting...honestly, something pretty horrible. And instead...she got much more than she could have ever fathomed. A woman, someone she never saw, took her somewhere she had never been before, somewhere without pain. Since she could remember, she had always been attracted to more dominant lovers. Men that were strong, protective. But as she hit her late teens and early twenties, she knew that her pattern with men was not a good one. She seemed to attract physically abusive lovers. This weak spot in her, this cowering part of her seemed to call to certain types of men. And it was like they were drawn to her. And she had always had a problem with saying no. Always wanted to please, and always ended up getting hurt. She wanted to be cherished and loved and instead got possessed and chained. The last few men had been the worst and she thought possibly she was destined for whatever it was that was put upon her. That she was worthy of whatever she got. Brian, the last man she was with ended up sharing her with his friends a few months back, and that night was one she would like to soon forget. Drunken groping hands and brutal fucking. She remembered crying the whole week after, Brian not understand what the problem was. She didn't know why she felt so helpless. She felt like she was carrying in her mother's footsteps, Brian reminding her of her father. She felt like she had no control over her own life anymore, Brian determing her nights and weekends for her. Her only salvation was work. She had friends, but was too embarassed to talk about what a stupid and insane predicament she seemed to put herself in time and time again. She deserved what she got. And then that night two weeks ago. It was as if something inside her changed. The woman had asked her what she wanted, gave her what she understood she truly needed. A choice. It was like this door had opened up wide in front of her, taunting her to go on through. She had given her enormous pleasure, something she hadn't felt in many years. Her body literally felt like it was suspended in pleasure. She wanted to take off her iddaa siteleri blindfold, wanting desperately to see the woman that was making her feel as if she was breaking apart in ecstacy but had been unable to, even after having her restraints removed. She had slept with a woman in college some time ago, and remembered it being sweet, both of them awkward and slightly tipsy. It was something she occassionally let herself think about when she was particularly depressed. She would take the awkwardness and the okay sex to the harshness of her reality right now. But this woman. There was nothing just okay about what had happened between them. It was so much more. Not just the sex, but her words, her hands...she was dominant without being condescending, strong without supplying the hurt and degradation that she was used to it coming with. And she found when she was able to sit up and adjust her eyes to the darkness of the room that the woman had given her a card. With a number and address. Offering. She was offering. And she wanted. What the card also symbolized was the right to say no. And that's exactly what she did. She refused to see Brian. Wouldn't answer the door when he banged on it, wouldn't talk to him except for once, telling him that she didn't want him in her life anymore. There was certainly a fear. Fear of Brian, but an even bigger fear that this woman would turn around and use her, treat her badly as well. But, there was also this flicker of hope that it meant more to the woman than just sex or domination. She had the card in her hand now. She had debated calling all week. Couldn't get herself to do it. Was afraid. Afraid of starting over. Of needing someone she didn't even know. She finished her wine, her heart beating faster. She wouldn't call. She would go over there. More than anything, she wanted to see what she looked like. Wanted to see her eyes. Then she would know. She had to. She got up and went to her bedroom to change. Jeans, sandals, strappy tank top. She pulled her hair up, then grabbed her keys, turning out the lights. She drove slowly, thinking at some point she would become scared and turn around but she surprised herself as she got off the exit. She knew the area. Nice, large spacious places. Beautiful views. She found the place and saw the lights were on, a TV changing the color in the bay window every so often. She sat for a long moment, then got out, her stomach clenching uncontrollably. She was so nervous she thought she might possibly get sick. What was she doing? She grasped the handle of the door, then steeled herself, closing it. She crossed the street, then went up to the door. She knocked lightly, then after a few moments, a little louder. She stepped back slightly just as the door opened and she looked up into the eyes of a tall red-headed woman, a smile on her face as she responded to someone behind her shoulder. She was beautiful, green sparkling eyes and perfect white teeth. She didn't know what she was expecting, but somehow it wasn't this woman. "Hi," she heard herself say softly. "Hi," the woman smiled at her quizzically and then she turned her head towards someone walking down the hall towards them, "Cailey, someone's here for you I think." The other woman rounded the corner and she felt her breath leave her as her eyes lit upon her. The girl was her height, long gorgeous auburn hair in a ponytail, darker complexion hinting at a mixed heritage. She was wearing hip huggers slung low on her hips exposing her stomach, a button down soft looking shirt. Barefoot. Her forearms and hands looked strong and sexy in the dark light of the entryway, the V of her chest exposed from the open buttons making her hands itch, wanting to touch the smooth expanse. She was absolutely stunning, the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. Their eyes met, the woman's large light brown ones widening slightly, her lips parting. The other girl looked at them and then laughed slightly, turning to go around the woman. They looked at one another for a long moment and then the woman opened the door wider, tilting her head slightly. She hesitantly walked over the threshold as she closed the door gently behind them. "Cailey," the woman said and she took her hand, the feeling sending a spike of adrenaline shooting through her, her voice just as she remembered. "Madison," she replied softly. "Thought maybe you weren't interested," Cailey said, their hands still linked. "I am," she whispered, feeling anxious. "But?" Cailey asked, watching her. "I'm scared as hell," she expelled a breath. Cailey nodded. "I'll let you know a secret," she bent her head slightly, their bodies somehow closer. "What?" she heard herself ask, her other hand clenching, wanting to touch her, never having been able to do so before. "There's no need to be," she said quietly in her ear, and then she was in her arms as Cailey enveloped her. She felt her knees get weak and she held onto her, her hands clenched into fists on her shirt, as she buried her face in the crook of her neck, her scent making her want to just get lost in her. She wanted and needed this woman so bad she thought she was going to come just from being in her arms, having been on edge since she saw her last. Cailey ran her hands down to her bottom, cupping her, her own hands going up her back. "I...I need you," she said softly, feeling her body already ready, wetness between her legs. Cailey nodded, clasping her hand and leading her down the hall. She saw her head turn towards a door to the left, but she kept going until she was in a large master bedroom. Huge king size bed, silk sheets. Lights on dim. Cailey closed the door, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. She lay over her and their mouths met, her eyes closing, her hands on her shoulders. Cailey's body on hers, their mouths meshing...it brought that night back full force and she moaned, her arms going around her neck, feeling her solid against her, above her own hands. Cailey reached for the hem of her tank top and she let her pull it off of her. Her hands tentatively went to the buttons on Cailey's shirt and Cailey didn't push them away, didn't do anything but watch her as she opened her shirt to reveal beautiful breasts in a dark satin bra. She felt her mouth water, her hands pushing her shirt off her shoulders and then it was on the floor. "I...what do you want me to..." she swallowed, stopping to look up at her worriedly, hesitant. She always was the submissive one in bed, always waited for permission. Cailey settled herself, her body unmoving above her. "What do you want to do?" Cailey asked her gently. "Everything," she whispered, her hands hooking around her upper arms. Cailey's eyes changed in front of her, she saw her need to take control at the same time her will was fighting it. It disappeared almost as quickly as it came, her eyes becoming clear.