Twenty Years to Life Ch. 02

Torrie was staring at her feet. But when she looked up, she was grinning. "So, the spanking isn't over?"

Isabel gave a throaty laugh. "Not on your life. Your ass is perfect when it's been slapped raw." She looked over at the coffee table. "So, did you decide on getting your welding certification or are you going for an English degree?"

"Welding. I don't need a degree to read good books or talk about them. Besides, the job possibilities are better with welding and I really need to move out of here. I love my parents, but they've almost been smothering me the last couple weeks, as if anything that happened to me was their fault. Christ, even I didn't notice what was wrong."

"They care. Just like I do and just like your friends do. Maybe the reason things got so bad is that all the people that care about you weren't talking to each other. I've got a feeling that isn't going to be happening anymore."

"I know. And speaking of painful subjects, how are things with your folks?"

Isabel shrugged. "Not much change. I got a call from my older brother. He just found out, and he's freaked out too. Thinks me being gay might say something about him. Moron."

"I had to talk by brother and sister out of coming down here. The last thing I needed was to have MORE people obsessing over me."

"I think I like your family more. Mom has started with the Valium again, and apparently Dad is so mad that the vein in the front of his head is threatening to explode. He's called in his lawyer a bunch of times to have me removed from his will, but Mom said he gets so furious that he yells at the lawyer until he goes away. My family is insane. But I may have a job lined up. I got called in for a second interview for the Lakewood Mall manager's slot. It's not quite as glamorous as I was hoping for, but it'll pay the bills. Whether or not the family is behind me anymore doesn't mean that the family name doesn't carry some weight." Isabel had given up a good six-figure salary and a chance of being part of her father's retail empire by admitting her sexuality. Part of that had been for Torrie. But Torrie was happy that her mistress had rebounded all on her own.

"You're barely twenty-three years old and you'll be running your own mall. My last job involved the direct use of a toilet plunger." Torrie flopped back onto the bed, covering her eyes.

Isabel stroked her friend's face. She knew that since Torrie's drive and sense of purpose had started returning weeks earlier, so had her sense of disappointment. All her friends were graduating within the next year and some would soon be leaving, and she was right where she had been four years earlier. "It'll be okay. You can do anything you set your mind to. You just haven't been able to set your mind to anything as of late."

Torrie smiled. "That's not entirely true."

"You've got a point. You've been a very good girl for me."

Torrie rolled a thought through her head. "So you can't control me while I'm here?"

"Nope," Isabel said a bit wistfully. Sitting so close to Torrie and not being able to spank her or do all the things she wanted to was maddening.

"What if I ASKED you to do something?"

Isabel smiled. She had been afraid that when Torrie's physiological state returned to normal that she might not need their "games" to feel special anymore. Apparently, she was wrong. "As long as you asked nicely," she murmured through half-open eyelids.

Torrie got up and locked the door that led downstairs to the main house. Then she went over and got something out of her closet, but held it behind her back. Then she sat down on the bed and handed Isabel a pair of leather cuffs attached by a two-foot length of chain. "I need my fix, and I figured we might get to use these at some point . . ."

"Where did you get them?"

"I made them. I've had a lot of spare time on my hands recently, so I did some research on-line."

"You made them?" Isabel chuckled. Her 'submissive' was building her own restraints.

"Yeah. I mean, I know a little about welding and leatherwork already, so . . ." She was cut off as Isabel pressed her lips against Torrie's. Torrie lay back, stretching her hands lazily over her head.

Isabel attached one of the cuffs to Torrie's wrist, then looped the other end around one of the bedposts before attaching the other cuff to the other wrist. "Well, now what should I do with you?" She straddled Torrie's waist, unbuttoning her captive's shirt. When those small, firm breasts came into view, she leaned over and sucked on Torrie's nipples, taking each nub in her mouth before biting down lightly. That got Torrie gasping, and there was a definite smile of pleasure on her face. After a few more nibbles, Isabel sat up and grasped those nubs between her thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them none too softly. Then she released them and started to remove her own shirt and bra. She leaned back over and offered one of her own breasts to Torrie, who devoured her girlfriend's softer nipples with great avarice. Torrie whined a little bit when Isabel pulled away.

"You know, there's something I've been wanting to do to you for a while, but I couldn't quite figure a way of working into the relationship," Isabel said. She pulled Torrie's pants and panties off, leaving the girl naked and helpless before her. She stood next to the bed, slowly removing her own remaining clothing as Torrie watched hungrily. Then she knelt on the bed between Torrie's legs and kissed the captive woman softly on the swollen labia. She was getting ready to do something as Torrie's girlfriend that she had difficulty doing as her dominatrix. She took a slow, leisurely lick right up the girl's moistening snatch. "I'm going to make you cum so many times it'll make your head spin," she said, meaning every word. She stuck her thumbs into the girl's box, pulling the lips outward so her tongue could delve deeper. It had been a while since she had gone down on anyone for any length of time, but she was pretty sure she still remembered how. And from the way Torrie's body was beginning to gyrate, she was pretty sure she was doing a good job.

"You are a sweet tasting chick," Isabel said before nibbling on those inner labia, sending pleasant little jolts through Torrie's body. Then she sucked on one of her own fingers before shoving it into Torrie's asshole. She had so many things she wanted to do to that orifice, but she would wait to field some of those ideas with Torrie later. The girl was definitely responding positively to having it penetrated, so she pushed in another finger. But she kept on licking and sucking all the important parts. Then she sent her tongue on a viscous attack against Torrie's clitoris. She was thrusting hard with the fingers in the girl's ass as well. It wasn't much longer before she felt the first warm seepage of Torrie's cum trickling onto her tongue. She thrust some fingers from her free hand into Torrie's cunt, then placed them near the girl's mouth so she could suck them clean. Then she ate Torrie to another orgasm.

Her neck was getting a little tired, so she sat up and spread her girlfriend's legs wide. With three fingers in Torrie's ass, she inserted three from her other hand into Torrie's dripping sex. She began moving them like pistons, one going in while the other went out. She stretched her fingers as much as she could when they were buried deep.

Torrie was strained to get more of those delightful digits inside her. She had been hoping for something a little rougher, but this light bondage had its merits. She also had to admit that she wasn't at all unpleased with her and Isabel's new arrangement. Torrie was getting the chance to be slave, sex-toy and girlfriend to a beautiful woman. There were worse situations to be in.

Isabel was sinking her hands in as far as they could go, wondering how far Torrie might be able to go somewhere down the road. She wondered if Torrie could accommodate Isabel's entire fist. Someday, she would have to find out, but that would have to come later. As it was, she was stretching both of her lover's holes quite nicely.

"I . . . uh . . . I wanna make you cum too," Torrie gasped. The desire to serve Isabel was still strong in her heart.

"You will. But for now . . ." Isabel started, then one finger brushed against Torrie's g-spot, causing the girl's body to jump. Her captor smiled and hit that spot again, as well as rubbing her thumb lightly over Torrie's clitoral hood. After a few moments, she had started a chain reaction through the girl's body.

Torrie's body hit a sexual high and stayed there longer than it ever had before. Even as the first set of sexual aftershocks rocked her body, there was another building of pressure deep within her. Within seconds, another orgasm ripped through her.

Isabel had heard of multiple orgasms before, but she had never experienced nor seen one before. She licked her lips at the possibilities that lay ahead of her. She even was able to induce a third successive orgasm before allowing Torrie to rest.

Torrie's energy was already spent, and they hadn't even been at it that long. But she still hadn't provided pleasure to Isabel in the way she wanted, and she wouldn't feel right if she couldn't return at least some of the wonderful sensations that Isabel had just bestowed on her. So it was with great delight that she noticed Isabel moving forward to straddle her face. Her girlfriend made sure not to crush Torrie's arms, which were growing incredibly sore as they were locked over her head. In order to get over the discomfort, Torrie began to eat Isabel's pussy.

Isabel had missed having that talented tongue in her cunt. She ground her crotch against Torrie's face as the girl moved her tongue into the slot. She had no intention or interest in having more than one orgasm that evening. She had wanted to make Torrie feel special, more so than achieving release herself. But it had turned out that the pink-haired girl was a little more addicted to being a submissive than Isabel had thought. She felt that tongue dancing around her asshole, and she couldn't help but moan. Torrie knew what she liked.

"You are such a nasty girl," she crooned as she rode Torrie's face. Soon, the lapping increased in tempo, and Isabel bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming as she began cumming on Torrie's face. She heard slurping noises as Torrie tried drinking as much of the stuff as she could. When her body was back under her control, she reached up and unfastened the cuffs from Torrie's wrists.

As Torrie stretched her arms, she got a pensive look on her face. "Isabel?"

"Yes."

"Would you . . . stay with me tonight?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I want that?"

Torrie struggled to her feet, and Isabel had to help her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. "It's just . . . we haven't slept together . . . and I mean SLEPT together . . . since that first time you took me home."

"That was when I was afraid of people finding out. I'm not afraid anymore. So be expecting to stay over a lot more." Isabel helped clean Torrie up, wiping her drippings from her inner thighs. Then she grabbed both sides of Torrie's face. "But that also means we can progress certain aspects of our relationship. Tell me truthfully," Isabel asked, her voice deadly serious, "how far are you willing to go?"

Torrie looked at her, then turned and put her hands on the sink while spreading her legs and thrusting her butt out, looking at Isabel expectantly. Isabel smiled and laid a hard smack on that wonderful ass. Then Torrie responded, "I'll do ANYTHING you want me to."

Isabel kissed her girlfriend one more time before taking her back to bed. "Just curious," she said.

Torrie couldn't imagine what the beautiful woman lying down next to her had in mind. And she could barely wait to find out.

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To be continued . . .