Allie Dear Readers,
While this is a stand-alone story, the characters are not new. If you would like some background on Mia (narrator), read "A Friend of a Friend" and its follow-up, "Pierced by Cupid's Arrow."
I hope you all like it, please let me know with a rating or feedback!
This one's for you, H! Love you, girl :)
"So what's bothering you?" I asked, having another bite of my salad. Hannah looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. "Come on, we're all friends, here," I teased. We sat in a crowded restaurant on a Friday night, having managed to finally find the time to get together around our crazy work schedules. We used to see each other all the time. I missed that.
"You can always tell," she muttered, fussing with her napkin.
"What did he do now? Out with it." I leaned closer to hear her better over the din of background noise.
She laughed. "When I got up this morning, I was horny. So I woke Rob, wanting to get a little something before work."
I cut her off. "Oh, so it's what he didn't do..."
"Girl, you know me too well. It's always about him, lately. No foreplay. He just stuck his dick in my face and when he was ready, he climbed on top of me... I really wanted more. It never used to be like that. I couldn't stand it, so I told him I needed to go to work, and I left. Right in the middle of things..."
"Why don't you talk to him?"
"I try! He gets mad, doesn't understand what my problem is. He thinks it's all great."
"Then why don't you show him? Don't try to talk about it. Set the mood, seduce him, and tell him what you want him to do, what feels good. Make him take his time."
"And then the next time we'll be back where we started. I've been through this before. Things have just gotten stale. There's just no... effort."
"What if you tried talking to a professional, together?"
"Like a marriage counselor? We did that, a couple of times. I don't know..." Eyes downcast, she used her fork to push the food around on her plate.
"You deserve better than that, Hannah." My heart was really going out to her. I'd been through this before myself, and I knew well the feelings of disappointment, loneliness, even bitterness that came from an unsatisfying sexual relationship. Feeling like your partner doesn't care. I hated seeing her so depressed, so hopeless.
"Do you guys ever fantasize together? Ever try anything different to shake things up a bit?" She shook her head. "Well, what do you like to fantasize about, then, on your own?"
She glanced past me down the aisle, then briefly checked out the nearby tables. "We're going to have this conversation? Here?"
"Nobody's listening to us. Here, I'll go first." I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "I like to watch videos of guys fucking. Or of women fucking men with strap-ons."
I had her attention. She sat up straight now, staring at me, nodding slightly as the information sunk in. "Wow, ok. Well I guess I can be honest, too, then." She put her hands on the table, leaning closer and speaking in hushed tones. "Sometimes I watch lesbian stuff," she said, smiling shyly.
"That's hot! Go on," I urged.
She considered for a moment. "Once, I got Rob to tie me down. I'd like to do that again, but really be tied down. Hard," she said, emphasizing that last word in a way that really sparked my interest. An idea was forming in the back of my filthy mind.
"Can I get you anything, ladies?"
I looked up at the waiter. Sure, could you get us some restraints and a nice, thick, rubber cock, please? No, couldn't really ask for that at Ruby Tuesday's. Well, I could, but I don't think the waiter would be able to speak. Imagining his reaction, I was actually tempted to do it, but I knew my friend would be mortified and would never come back to the restaurant again.
"We're good, thanks," I said instead. After he stepped away, I began to tell Hannah about my recent sexual adventures with my boyfriend. Since she had seemed intrigued when I mentioned my "fetish," I felt comfortable telling her that Vinnie and I were both hooked on strap-on fucking.
It was thrilling to open up to my friend in this way. While we excitedly exchanged experiences and fantasies, a plan was forming in the back of my mind.
I had some shopping to do.
Some time had passed since my conversation with Hannah, when I had hatched the plan to teach her man how to please her in a way that would leave a lasting impression. One night while I was visiting, I had tried to open up a dialogue, but it hadn't worked well. Hannah tried to tell Rob how she felt, but he made excuses and got defensive and I let the subject drop before they both became too upset.
I thought that a different approach may work better: some hands-on learning. I had spent hours fantasizing and searching online for the lingerie and BDSM gear I needed to create my imaginary scenario in real life. I decided it would be an early birthday gift, and told her I would come over one night to make us dinner and give her her "present."
I had a key to her place, so I let myself in about an hour before she was due to arrive home from work. I put a pot on to boil and carried my tote bag into her bedroom to get her birthday surprise ready. I tossed all the pillows into the corner of the room and stripped the bed bare, except for the fitted sheet.
First, I set up the under the bed restraint system. I smiled as I worked, hoping that they would get a lot of use out of it in the future. When I was done, I upturned my bag, emptying its contents onto the mattress. I attached two pairs of leather cuffs to the straps, and tossed a blindfold up near the head of the bed. Chuckling to myself, I turned an inch-thick leather collar over in my hands, fingering the metal D-ring. I could hardly wait to buckle it around Rob's neck. I also had a pair of cuffs for him, and a short leash that I could clip onto his collar, or use to bind his wrists.
I pulled my sweater off over my head and grabbed the last item off the bed, crossing the room quickly to stand before the full-length mirror. Under my shirt, I had hidden a super sexy black leather corset that had criss-cross lacing up the sides and front. I had my hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail. My close-fitting dark jeans were tucked into black mid-calf leather boots that had a 3 inch heel. Gripping the leather flogger whip by its 8 inch dildo handle, I grinned wickedly at my reflection.
"You look absolutely badass," I said. I jumped when my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Hannah, telling me that she'd be home in about twenty minutes, and asking if I was already at her place. I held the whip by a couple of its thin leather strips so I could hold my phone and text a reply, the cock-shaped handle dangling, swaying comically. Grinning, I left the whip on the dresser and headed out to the kitchen to start dinner, then darted back into her room when I remembered to put my sweater back on.
As I was draining the pasta a short while later, I heard keys in the front door. When Hannah stepped inside, I called out to her. "Hey! Dinner is almost ready."
"Great! I'm starving! The kids were out of control today. I could use a drink, but I don't think I have anything in the house."
"One of Rob's beers?" I asked as I brought bowls of pasta and salad out to the table. She pulled a face, and I laughed. "I was joking. I brought stuff with me to make us lemon drops, if you'd like one."
"That would be awesome. Need help with anything?"
"Not at all, birthday girl. Have a seat, it'll only take me a minute to mix these up." I dropped some ice into the shaker and added the vodka, triple sec, lemon juice, and sugar. After I shook it up, I poured a glass for her, then repeated the process for myself.
"We need to get you some martini glasses, girl," I said as I set the glasses down and took a seat.
She took a long swig of her drink, closing her eyes. "God I needed this," she muttered.
I scooped some dinner onto my plate. "Rough day?"
"They pulled my assistant to cover another classroom. It's ridiculous. I'm so stressed at work lately, I'm seriously thinking of going back to work for Tommy full-time."
"No way! You were totally miserable when you did that. You love teaching. It was just a bad week." I paused, then added, "I think things are going to get better." I smiled and sipped my cocktail.
She froze, her forkful of fettucini halfway to her mouth. "What did you do, Mia?"
"Nothing," I lied, unable to get the smirk off my face. I took a bite of salad, then calmly glanced back her direction, chewing quietly.
"Oh my God. I don't even know who you are anymore!" she laughed. "Ever since you let me read those stories you put on Literotica, it's been one surprise after another. You can't be trusted."
"Hm. Have you been talking to Vinnie or something?" I'm not sure how, but I kept a straight face, until she swatted at me.
"I don't have to talk to Vinnie! I fucking read about it, you slut!" she laughed. "Did you tell him you do this? Does he know that men all over the world have jerked off reading about how you fucked him?"
"He thinks it's hot that I write nasty stories." I didn't add that he was looking forward to hearing about tonight's adventure, and how disappointed he was that he wasn't allowed to watch.
I had a second set of cuffs, a collar, and a leash at home for Vinnie. He didn't know yet. I like to surprise him.
"You're crazy." She noticed the gift bag on one of the empty chairs. "I'm afraid to open that. If you got me a strap-on, Rob is not going to be amused."
"Not a strap-on." But Rob is not going to be amused, I thought.
"But it's something like that," she accused, eyes narrowed.
"As though that would be a bad thing!"
"I knew it!"
"Finish your dinner and your damn drink," I muttered, laughing. She reached for the gift bag and this time, it was me who swatted at her. "Not till you eat, child!"
We chatted as we finished our meal, then she asked permission to open her gift. I watched as she pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. "This part, Rob will like."
She looked up at me as she reached into the bag. "This part?"
"You'll see. Go ahead."
She pulled out a handful of silky lavender material, and the gift bag fell off of her lap as she unfurled the slightly transparent chemise. I leaned forward to pick up the matching g-string that had dropped to the floor when she held up the rest of the lingerie.
"This is beautiful, Mia!" she beamed, then a look of suspicion fell over her features. "What did you mean by 'this part?'"
"We're going to have a little surprise for your man when he gets home."
"We? Involving this?" She gave the lingerie a small shake, and I nodded, smiling. As she stared at me, her arms fell to her lap. "Well. This is awkwardly interesting."
I couldn't help laughing loudly at her response and the shocked, blank look on her face. As I shook with laughter, she started to shake her head in protest.
"Listen, Hannah. You've had a hard time getting through that man's stubborn skull, so I'm going to help you teach him a lesson he won't soon forget. And hopefully you can learn a thing or two about telling him what you need. I think once you finally get started, the dam will break and you'll have a much easier time expressing your needs." I put a hand on her knee, trying to comfort her, because she still looked terrified. "Just trust me. You're going to enjoy what I have planned. Why don't you go relax in the tub and then try on what I bought for you? I'll clean up."
She still looked nervous, yet sighed in resignation. "Okay. I trust you. Though I've got butterflies!"
"Go on and run a bath." I started stacking plates to clear the table. She took her gift and disappeared in the direction of her bedroom. I paused to hear her reaction.
I heard a soft click - the light switch - then, barely audible, a gasp. I was surprised when I heard nothing further, then suddenly she appeared, the collar dangling from a fingertip.
"Mia!" she exclaimed in a scolding tone.
"It's not for you! That's for our bitch boy, Rob."
"Oh my God," she murmured. I could almost see the gears turning between her ears as a smile spread across her face. "And the cuffs?"
"Oh," I grinned wickedly. "Yes, the cuffs. Those are for you, my dear." She gasped, though her smile didn't falter. It didn't seem possible, but her grin widened. "But first you will get a chance to show Rob what you think of his selfish ways, don't worry."
"Damn, girl! This is kind of exciting."
"Better than awkwardly interesting. Go take your bath, get nice and clean and ready for us."
"Does Vinnie know you're doing this?"
"Yes, he knows I'm helping a friend tonight..." I trailed off with a wicked grin. "You're lucky I was feeling gracious and decided against setting up a webcam for him. I told him you wouldn't like that much."
She blushed a deep shade of crimson.
"Go! Get pretty, girl!" I grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her in the direction of her room, and gave her a shove.
While I waited for her to bathe and get ready, I cleaned up from dinner and mixed myself another drink. As confident as I likely appeared to my friend, part of me was nervous. I'd never done anything so crazy as this before. I had invited myself into my friends' bedroom! In effect, with whips and chains! It was insanity!
And it was making my panties wet.
I sat on the couch, patting the cat, sipping my drink, watching the minutes tick by in silence. Lost in thought, I imagined what Rob would say, how I would react, and what Hannah would do. I thought that I could play the part of a tough bitch Domme. I was just full of nasty ideas, waiting for someone to unleash them on.
Unleash? Leash, more like it. I nearly laughed out loud at that.
As I waited for Hannah, I came up with an idea of how to catch Rob off-guard as soon as he walked into the house. Put him on edge and get the upper hand, to guide them through a memorable evening with a little force, a little humiliation, and a lot of pleasure.
My heart was pounding as the sounds of keys turning the lock finally broke the silence of the dark house. I had been standing not far from the front door in the shadows long enough for my eyes to adjust. Hannah had loved my idea, so we unscrewed the lightbulbs from the overhead lights. As if on cue, Rob walked into the dead quiet of the living room, and cursed when he flipped the switch to no avail.
I waited as he dropped his bag onto the couch and stepped further inside.
"I'm back here, babe," she finally called, causing him to turn in the direction of their room, away from me.
"What's up with the lights? I thought you said Mia was here-"
I grabbed his wrists roughly and pulled them behind his back. Before he could put up much of a fight, I whispered hoarsely into his ear, "I am. Don't fucking move."
He was stunned, and allowed me to slip a pair of cuffs around his wrists while he tried to find the words to ask what the hell was going on. I looped the leash through the D-rings on both cuffs and tied a quick knot. He began to protest, and I reached over his head to pull the collar around his neck. He was getting over the initial shock of my ambush, and I wanted to keep him off-balance, literally and figuratively. I'm taller than Rob, and I'm a strong chick, so I figured if I could keep the element of surprise on my side, I could subdue him.
Instead of trying to buckle the collar, I gripped each end tightly in my hands and pulled him back by his throat. With his hands bound, he lost his balance and arched back against me, the top of his head at my chin.
"We tried nice. Now we try something different. You're my bitch tonight, Rob. So are you going to quit fighting, bitch?" I snarled. What a fucking rush this is! I thought to myself, adrenaline surging through my veins.
He made a strange sound and nodded, so I loosened my grip to allow him to stand and fastened the collar around his neck.
"Holy shit, Mia," he muttered.
I looped my finger through the metal ring on his collar and gave him a tug, bringing his head back towards me so I could speak low into his ear. "Shut your mouth, bitch boy. Tonight, when you're wearing this," I gave another rough tug to the collar, "you belong to me, and you do what I fucking tell you to do. And after tonight, when you're wearing this, you're Hannah's fuckboy, to do with as she pleases. So don't speak unless spoken to, you piece of shit." I shoved him forward, nearly laughing, because it felt so good to push a man around in this way.
Guess I've got some issues. What a fun way to work them out!
I was surprised that he kept his mouth shut as I followed him to their bedroom, where Hannah waited. The lights were on in their room, and she was seated on the edge of the bed when we walked in.
She stood up, and I smiled. She looked so sexy in the lavender chemise, her long hair falling over the lace cups.
"What do you think of Hannah's birthday present, Rob?" I prompted.
"You look beautiful, baby," he said. She smiled and thanked him. He continued to stare at her, and I thought that it would be fitting to have our little bitch strip down, leave him naked and exposed so that he knew who was in charge this evening.
"I'm going to untie your wrists, so you can take off your shirt." I removed the leash from the cuffs and clipped it to the leather encircling his neck. His hands fell to his sides.
"Let's go, strip," I ordered. Hannah looked on, smiling. In the mirror, I could see Rob smile at her as he moved to pull his shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the floor, then noticed the restraints on the mattress.
"Who are those for?" He started to turn towards me, but I stepped up behind him and grabbed the leash close to his neck, causing him to pause.
"Bitches don't ask questions. Do what you were told to do." I exchanged a glance with Hannah, whose eyes widened, as did her smile. I knew that she wanted to see him treated roughly, and I knew that she wanted to whip him. I also knew that her smartass husband wouldn't fail to give her a reason to hit him.
Rob kicked off his shoes. Somewhat reluctantly, he began unzipping his fly, and dropped his jeans.
"All of it, Rob. What's wrong? Feeling shy?" I grinned at Hannah, thrilled that she was enjoying this. We often ganged up on her man, teasing him, making fun. Taking it to a new level, humiliating him in a physical way, was exciting, and made me feel closer to her, in a strange kind of way.
"Hannah-" he began to protest. I raised a boot and pushed hard behind his knee, making him drop to the floor. "Fuck!" he cried out, startled and pissed off. "Hannah!" he exclaimed, as though pleading with her to intervene.
"Put your hands behind your back," she ordered, looking down at him. "Bitch."
I laughed wickedly and ran the end of his leash back through his cuffs, binding his wrists once more. I grabbed his hair and jerked his head back so he was staring up at me, helpless.
"She's on my side, asshole. Who do you think this is for? Now stand up." I offered no help, and we watched him awkwardly get to his feet. I yanked his boxers down to his ankles, and he cringed, as well as one can cringe with their arms bound behind their back.
"What's the matter, little boy? Don't want me to see?" I taunted. I looked at Hannah. "May I?"
"Go for it," she answered. I stepped nearer to her, now facing Rob, and made no effort to hide my appraisal. They hadn't been joking in previous conversations when they'd alluded to his well-endowment. But I wouldn't let him know I was impressed. I stared for a long moment at his semi-erect cock, then looked up at Rob, who was blushing furiously. He was probably ashamed that he was becoming aroused with us pushing him around.