Taken Down

He's holding it right there, I have to move my head a little but I can at least get my lips on it, a kiss, a lick. Finally I can't believe it but I'm actually begging.

"Please," how did he get me to do this? "Let me be a good girl for you."

He leans over me and feeds his cock to me. I love it even more. I take him deep into my mouth, Jesus almost down my throat, and close my lips tight around him as he pulls out. He thrusts deeply, slowly, a couple of times and I act like I have no choice but to let him fuck my mouth. Saliva gathers and drips down my lower lip. I actually don't have a gag reflex but I pretend to choke a couple times, for effect.

I'm really struggling against the restraints, trying to reach for him. I want to use my hands. I want to curl up around his legs and feel his skin everywhere on me while fellating him. This has to end soon, right? I mean, this must mean I'm better and we can move past this bondage-stuff soon. Right?

I want his cum in my mouth, or on my face I don't care. I picture what it might look like, him shooting it all over the black hood. But he still won't cum for me. Instead he's reaching down and fingering the fuck out of me while I try to swallow as much of him as I can. And then he's down around my waist, dragging my panties down my thighs. They're below my knees when he undoes one of my legs, reattaches, undoes and reattaches the other and then massaging me with them. Well this is interesting.

They're dry and slightly scratchy then they're damp, and then they're going inside me, pushed along by his two fingers, bit by bit.

All the way in, save for a loop of waistband, I can't say I feel full but different. There're these little shocks when he tugs on them, they're absorbing everything and drying me out. This is going to take some thinking-through but eventually we make it work. Eventually they're balled up in my mouth, salty-wet and nice to bite down on. It will become a thing, eventually, to the point if he ever reaches for my mouth with a handful of dry cotton I look at him quizzically, reminding, asking, "Don't you want to put those somewhere first, before you gag me with them?"

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Turning me over is an overly-complicated process. Comical, really, but I don't laugh as he thinks about how to un-attach and roll me, reattach and make it seem like I'm not totally free for a minute. On my stomach, arms and legs out to the corners of the bed, I wait while hearing him rustle through the dresser drawers. Underwear down around my thighs, he's drizzling cold liquid over me, lubing me up. He fucks me slowly, then before I know it he's out of me and holding his cock between my ass cheeks, we've never done this, and he's playing around my the exit there with his thumb and circling, working the lube in a tiny bit. And I'm gasping air in anticipation, wondering. And he's then sinking slowly, so slowly into me.

I'm full like I've never been before, I've no idea how much more of him there is. No frame of reference for anything, really. He's breathing loudly.

"Are you OK, baby?" I nod quickly, taking big breaths, grabbing fistfuls of bedsheet and twisting my hands around in the shackles. He presses deeper inside me.

He grabs my hair, pulls, keeps lowering himself and this must be what I've been looking for all this time. It's completely different, completely unexpected, and he's reaching around under my hips to finger at me but I only wish I can bat his hand away. I don't need that right now, I can hardly believe I don't need anything else at all, right now.

He's repeating, over and over, you all right, you OK, baby? But I'm more than fine.

Finally, "Stop asking me if I'm OK." Oh, I feel his balls now against my pussy—he's all the way in me and he stays here now like this, I feel him twitching inside me, as we both adjust.

Pulling out is like taking away something I earned.

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Sean is out for the day, for the first time since I can really remember, shopping I think. He'd taken a lot of care washing me and getting me all pretty. The attention was lovely, if confusing. He explained he'd be gone until probably late, and leaned down for this long, tender kiss on my lips that he held there, without tongue, hand brushing back my hair. Then he was gone so the sound of the door opening is very troubling.

There are voices and clinking glasses, drawers opening and closing, in the kitchen. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say I'm freaking the fuck out right now. Struggling, these shackles are kind of a joke until you need to get out of them. I'm trying to stay quiet, hoping whoever is out there isn't curious about looking around. But they're not, I guess, instead they start playing music in the living room.

I smell wine when they enter the room. It's Mindy's voice, that back-stabbing bitch, apparently.

"You're wondering why I'm here." So obvious it hurts. "I sent Sean out today. We needed some time to really get to work."

Work? What the hell is she talking about. It's strange that I wasn't even concerned about her seeing my tied to the bed, topless, hooded, in only whatever underwear Sean left me in this morning. That wasn't the issue, strangely. I just thought of what the fuck she was doing here, and who she was with.

Mindy pulls the hood off me, "I think we've had enough of that."

The blinds are drawn, it's not that bright in the room, but it may as well be a fucking supernova in here. I'm blinking, can't see at all for a while, things start to calm down and come into some kind of manageable focus. Mindy's right here next to me, dressed a little primmer than usual with a collared blouse buttoned-up to her neck—not an easy feat with breasts as large as hers. The woman she's with got real quiet when they came into the room and hasn't made a peep since, she's a dishwater blonde standing a few steps back from the bed looking bashful, looking a little like a drowned rat, actually. She's maybe in her last year of college, and just maybe that college makes their students wear English boarding-school-type plaid outfits.

"How are you feeling, honey?" Mindy asks.

"I have to say I'm a bit perturbed, actually," I'm staring daggers through Miss Drowned Rat, who won't meet my eyes, won't look at my face at all. "Who's your friend?"

Mindy pulls the girl by the upper arm up to the side of the bed for an introduction, the girl's making a big deal about not looking at me. "This is Sam. Yes, that's short for Samantha but you don't need to worry about anything more than that for right now."

Mindy removes Sam's blazer for her, leaving her in short-sleeved white blouse and plaid tie and of course that red plaid so-over-the-top-cliché skirt. White stockings, even. Where on earth did Mindy find this one? "But you are going to get to know her very well," Mindy's running a hand along the girl's arm.

Huh? At this point, Mindy says, an explanation is in order and I think that's totally true. Sean is a weak man, she says. I'm wondering what Sean has to do with this, but she says he went to Mindy for advice and the advice she gave is exactly what happened. This whole bondage thing? Mindy's idea. Fucking me in the ass? Mostly Mindy's idea. Panty-play? Well, she doesn't even seem to know about it so it looks like that was all Sean—and suddenly, out of nowhere, as I realize that I'm so proud of him. So happy he used me in a way he wanted, that we have that, at least, for ourselves.

Mindy goes on to say he's been reporting back to her daily and she's not pleased with my progress. "You seem to like it too much, dear. I'm quite surprised to see how quickly you took to it. I'd rather expected the opposite."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh it's there—you see, don't you? Your sarcasm proves it. But we need to find what's going to make you snap out of this." Mindy's loosening the girl's tie, unbuttoning the top couple of buttons. "Sam here is going to help with that."

Oh, of course. I start struggling impotently against the restraints without realizing, moving instinctively. This might be it—I've never had the least interest in "experimenting" with another woman. I mean, this girl's cute, in a take her home and give her a sandwich kind of way. But 1) I am not gay 2) I'm not gay 3) really? This girl, and this outfit?

Mindy's standing behind the girl, pushing her forward so she's slightly leaning over the bed. She, Mindy, is caressing the girl's thighs, right at the top of the white stockings, playfully lifting the skirt just enough to tease like I'm interested in what's underneath. In fact, I'm bored with this already. If it's going to happen let's go ahead and get it over with.

She has other ideas. She's got hold of the girl by the hair, forcing her to look directly at me. At my face, mostly, but directing her attention elsewhere, too. Her hands are roaming everywhere now, up under the skirt every so often but mostly down the girl's shirt. She's roughly grabbing handfuls of the girl's breasts, squeezing, pulling her bra out of the way to expose a nipple which she twists between thumb and forefinger.

The girl puts her hands down on the bed next to me, her mouth opens and breath quickens as she's getting into it.

"Oh but we have to keep your interest, too, dear," Mindy produces a riding crop from wherever one hides these things. "I don't want you simply tuning out," she says, and she smacks it down, hard, right on my pussy.

Not only does it sting but something else, too. I'm waiting for the next slap but it doesn't come. Instead Mindy's pushing the girl down onto the bed, her hair's falling down over her face as she's pressed down toward my stomach, my hip. Her mouth stays open, I can feel it, her lips wet on my skin. She doesn't try to kiss, really, only a couple of furtive licks as Mindy rubs her face around on me. I hear the distinctive whack of open-handed slaps on the girl's ass, can almost feel her butt jiggling, recoiling from the impact. I definitely feel her face pushing against me as she's hit. She takes it well, only bites into me once and even that isn't too hard.

"Sam," Mindy grabs her by the scruff of her neck, pulls her back up to standing, "I think it's time to make D more comfortable." Mindy shoves the girl back down to the bed, this time between my spread legs. This is about to take a turn toward the can't-be-taken-back.

Mindy positions the girl, belly-down on the bed, and stands at my side. She grabs me by the back of the head and raises my head from the bed, forcing me to look down the length of my body toward the girl there with her mouth still open, waiting for instructions.

"I want you to watch," Mindy's placing a pillow beneath my head. "It's better when you watch." The girl's looking up at me, finally looking into my eyes. I can't describe the change in my feelings about her, about what I want from her.

"You don't have to do this, sweetie," I say to her even though I know it's no use.

I expected a change in her eyes, but instead it's her open mouth turning into the slightest of smiles. Mindy stands behind her now, the riding crop swings viciously down on the girl's ass, her back, her thighs. The smile widens but the eyes stay the same.

Still, she waits. Mindy places her hand at the back of the girl's head and pushes her down on me and that's when I feel her tongue working, my panties are soaked immediately—her wet tongue on the outside and me almost exploding on the inside.

I do watch. She's looking up at me. Her little face and her high cheekbones buried down there, her face framed by the bush escaping the sides of my panties. Mindy's behind her, leaning down over her, almost lying on top of her and pushing her down harder on me. She's pulling down on the cotton waistline, more hair escaping there and covering the girl's nose. Sam's caught in it, in everything there, and as Mindy keeps pulling on my panties, stretching the waistline so they haven't come down off my hips but I'm nevertheless almost completely exposed, the girl's mouth closes now finally on my clit and she sucks it in.

I want to think she's not experienced at this, that this mouse of a girl is as innocent as she looks in her little schoolgirl dress even as Mindy peels it slowly off of her. But she didn't learn to do what she's doing watching porn videos—there's no performance, no exaggerated tongue movements, no distance whatsoever between my pussy and her mouth. She's clamped down on me, covering me, and so there's not much to see at all, actually, except her face there. Little movements in her cheeks as she sucks and licks, her nose bobbing a bit and crinkling as my hairs tickle her, and it's just simply the hottest thing I've ever seen. And still, looking down into her eyes looking up into mine, I do pretend she's never done this before—I pretend she doesn't even like it, Mindy pushing her face down onto me—and it's pushing me to an edge. Like warm bubbles starting at the base of my spine, tingling, glowing, they fill up and spread outward and up from there. Little helium bubbles of warmth traveling up my back, up through my tummy, my tits electrified, mouth opening. vibrations in my throat and I realize I'm moaning.

My arms keep jerking against the restraints, I'm trying to lower them to my sides, trying to grab this girl by the back of her head, trying to pull her mouth tighter against me but I cannot.

It's starting like a concussion—the starburst where spine meets skull, the flowering spiderweb of colors rushing forward toward my eyelids. It's starting there but suddenly arrested. I open my eyes in panic—Mindy's holding her by her hair, the girl's smiling and her eyes are glazed.

"I think you're ready, little one." Mindy means me.

Fuck yes I'm ready, I was right there. Mindy stands the girl up, holds her skirt out of the way around her belly with one hand. Her white panties are tight and riding up in various directions, damp in the middle. With her free hand Mindy pulls down on first one side, then the other, a zigzag down over the girl's hips and thighs. She's shaved bare as a Barbie doll.

Taking her by the shoulders, Mindy maneuvers her, a little stumble and then crawling, up onto the bed. There's nothing in her eyes now, even the smile's gone. She approaches me on all fours, swings a leg over and she's straddling me, Mindy leads her still farther up my body, pulling the girl by the chin.

She's now sitting on me, resting on her haunches and cutting off the circulation in my arms. She adjusts to take the pressure off my arms, now looking down at me. Oh no, this can't be happening, I'm between her legs. I look up and we lock eyes, I'm pleading. Wetness gathers at the far corners of my eyes, I feel it welling up there. Mindy lets go of the girl and takes a step back. My mouth is forming words I can't articulate. Everything is hot, suddenly, heat radiating down on me, a salty smell stuck in my nostrils. She inches forward on her knees, she's getting closer, closer. I do not want this. I keep looking up at her, shaking my head back and forth but all I see is the inside of one thigh then the other. And up at her, her hair falling down all over and Mindy standing in the background, a chuckle, a finger to her lips.

The girl reaches down, gently brushes my hair out of my nose, away from my lips. Her thumb brushes there around the edges of my mouth, lingering for a moment and holding my mouth open as I exhale slowly. I don't know quite what I'm supposed to do. I let her keep my mouth open, I kiss at her thumb. "That's a good girl," she says.

I feel a drop on my chest, she's absolutely dripping. "I can't wait much longer," she says. Mindy watches, breath quick and shallow.

"It's OK, sweetie," Mindy's saying, "just lower yourself a little more." I don't want this. She's like nothing I've seen up close before, really just an empty place and a slit—I know there's more to it but everything's hidden inside. It's like this horrible thing that isn't a thing, and I know soon it will be touching me.

She's prickly against my lips, my cheeks, my nose, everywhere she touches me, like kissing Sean late at night when he didn't shave that morning. I guess just like that, like a kiss. This isn't going away so I do, I kiss back.

The girl opens then, as my tongue slides up between the folds. There's so much more to her. The taste is all salt, it stings my lips, I want a glass of water. I want a deep breath, but she's on me now and sinking under her own weight. My head is pushed down into the softness of the bed. I'm stuck here, between this girl's thighs and under her pussy.

"Go ahead," Mindy said brushing my earlobe with her thumb, "you'll learn, dear."

I didn't have a choice, I don't think. Sam lowered herself onto me, then. She stopped supporting her own weight, it felt like. I took all of her onto me, even as I closed my mouth shut tight I thrust my chin up to support her so I could still breathe.

My cheeks got hot, my face turned red. Air came like some precious commodity. Mindy kept playing with my hair. "There, there," she was saying. "Step aside and let it happen."

Every bit of me resisted, screamed out. Would have screamed but that would have meant opening my mouth and I couldn't.

Sam shook her hips, ground onto my face and I was stuck there under her. It's definitely not as if something clicked, that's for sure. I didn't suddenly enjoy it or anything—I mean it was one of those moments that settles the Questioning part of LGBTQ. Which I always thought was a pretty easy mystery to solve: sit around one afternoon and honestly ask yourself, do I want to put my mouth on a vagina? The answer is no—done. But it isn't exactly that bad, either. I don't know this girl, that seems to make it easier, actually, and I trust Mindy or at least did so it's not threatening. Hell, I don't know, it doesn't appear this is going to stop no matter what I do. And she was so, so good to me with her mouth. It would be kind of rude to not return the favor and, who knows, if I do an OK job maybe Mindy will put her back between my legs, eventually.

Mindy whacks me with the riding crop, again one sharp sting on my pussy.

Resigned in that way, I take comfort in approaching this like homework. If I just do it it'll be done and I won't have to worry about it anymore, once it's done.

She's already on me, all over me, so I open my mouth, stick my tongue out. The space between the folds of her labia is deeper than I would've thought—my tongue slides up and through the folds of skin, it's so wet there where I lick. All the resistance gives way once my tongue is in, it just glides on the slipperiness.

Beyond frustrated, this bitch simply refuses to come and I don't know what to do. My tongue is working every shape I can think of. I take her clit between my lips and suck on it, draw it as far into my mouth as I can, slurping noises and all, and nurse on it. She's writhing on me, her weight shifting back and forth on me from one side to the other. But I can tell I'm not doing a good enough job, Mindy starts whipping me with the crop again. First on my inner thighs. She hits me, she waits, she hits the girl's ass and this poor thing leaps—I try to follow her pussy with my mouth but can't, before she falls back down onto me. Then Mindy slaps me between my legs. Flat and hard, the smack of it ringing in the room. My God, it's all I can do to not bite this sweet girl when Mindy hits me.

Like any other annoying task, you can get really into it if it's a challenge. Determined, I put everything else out of my mind. Mindy's slaps are background noise. My disgust at the taste is forgotten, the numbness in my tongue is more an asset now than anything. My jaw hurts, muscles I didn't know I had are sore and opening my mouth is actually getting difficult, like getting to the bottom of a bag of beef jerky. But I've got a rhythm down, I'm gliding along following the girl's moans. She's the lead, she tells me exactly what to do—I just have to listen. And finally, finally she's suffocating me with her thighs, she's trying to break my nose with her pelvis. She's grabbing my head between both hands, pulling me up against her in ways she can't anymore believe I'm an actual person.