The House of Silken Ties Ch. 04

The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single bisexual girl with no close relatives, no current relationship, not really any friends except the guys and girls from the Friends of Dorothy club. I got up and showered. I took the time to look at myself in the mirror. After all there were several gay or bi employees at the store where I worked and who knew when one of them would check me out. I was happy with what I saw, figuring either a girl or a guy would like it. I am not tall, but I have a nice slim figure with round hips and perky boobs. They are not huge bazooms, but they fill a 34C bra very well and the nipples stand up nicely when somebody's tongue tickles them. I keep my pussy shaved all the time, and I ran a hand over it to feel the smoothness. It looked and felt good. So why don't I have something cuddly to share my bed? I sighed, and went off to my job. Eight hours later I clocked out to go home and make a bowl of soup for my dinner. That was all that my budget allowed.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Elaine," I muttered as I popped open a wine spritzer in a box. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and behold my three best LGBT buddies greeted me. They pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool!" "Did you think we forgot?" "The Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. I didn't think anybody cared at all. After a bit of laughing and backslapping, Gene pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "We want to make your 21st special, kid! We didn't think sitting around watching TV was the way to a big thrill. So we all got together to get you a top rate present. Here!" He thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at Gene and saw a big grin on his face. "Just go to the address, birthday girl, and you will get your present." All the my friends were grinning and nodding. They pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there looking like the Sugarplum Fairies as I pulled out. Their big waves were my farewell.

I drove over to the address they had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, it was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous brunette who came from behind the curtain could only be described as amazing. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, maybe 5 foot 3. Her dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail, a style which accented her beautiful high cheekbones. Her eyes were dark, outlined with black mascara which made them look big and wide-eyed. Her lips were splashed with bright red glitter gloss, and the glowing tanned skin of her face was highlighted by the light rouge she wore. Every inch of her body was in perfect proportion. Her slimness and petite shape made her almost childlike. Her graceful arms ended in small hands with long curved nails painted bright red. She wore a black lace top which hugged her round petite tits. It had a deep cleavage and was semitransparent and patterned so that her nipples peeked tantalizingly at me. Then it dropped down over her small waist and the top of her hips. Through the transparent fabric it displayed her firm slim stomach and a cute belly button.

A black silk cord tied low on her hips held a strip of black silk cloth draped in loin cloth style, reaching between her legs to cover her femininity and dropping down in front. Her tanned legs ran down to spike heeled shoes which gave them a provocative shape. Altogether she was the perfect vision of a passionate lover -- or a night spirit?

All I could do was to stare at her in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my buddies has arranged for me.

This stunning beauty stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed that filmy black top very slowly. It slid up over her small perfect breasts, tanned like the rest of her body, and revealed the dark pink areolae and nipples like little mounds. They were firm and upright and I was wondering whether to try to get my hands on them. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed provocatively, raising her hands over her head to pull her breasts even further up and turning slowly from side to side so I had a perfect view from all angles. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet already.

Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of her thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Then it fell free of her thighs and she pulled it up the last few inches, spreading her legs a bit as she did. It revealed soft pink pussy lips, glistening slightly, and the rounded mons veneris shaven clean. My pussy was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She slipped out of her high heels and posed beautifully, her shoulders thrown back thrusting her tits forward and her legs opened just enough to display the lips of her little pink pussy. One hand with its long fingernail traced a path up her thigh and teasingly over her pussy lips. My mind was spinning with anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly she walked toward me, her hips swaying and her breasts moving gently. Once again she laid one finger on my lips. Then she brought the black silk cloth from her loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. Slowly she brought it toward me. She moved it toward my face, and as it neared me I could smell a slight musky odor from her pussy juices on it. Then she raised it a bit more and I realized that she was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid her naked beauty from me. For a moment I was disappointed. She leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as she did her soft round breasts pressed against my chest, flattening my boobs, and her silky hair brushed my shoulders. I could smell the faint perfume she was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the black silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew she was no longer holding it. She made no sound to let me know where she was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my blouse. One by one they came open. My naked breasts were exposed to her gaze, I knew. Softly the fingers traced a path around one nipple. I could feel her long nails teasing my flesh. When it finally crossed the nipple I felt intense pleasure. Gently she rubbed the nipple between her fingers. Her other hand came up to manipulate my other nipple round and round. I started to writhe in pleasure but this provoked a sharp pull on the chain around my neck. I took that as a warning to enjoy, but not to react.

Then I felt a very soft touch brush across my stomach. Gently, in smooth curves, it traced a path. So soft it was that I was not sure whether it was a finger or her tongue. Slowly it worked its way up toward my naked breasts. I thought I felt a slight wetness lubricating its path. Then it reached my boobs and as it circled them lightly I became sure that she was licking me. Around each tit in turn her tongue worked, circling nearer and nearer to the nipple. Hard and firm, my nipples cried out for the touch. First one, then the other, she flicked with her tongue. I felt my pussy dripping as my excitement grew. Then gentle lips took the nipple between them and she sucked it in and out. She knew just what she was doing and just how to give me maximum pleasure by rolling the nipple under his tongue. Some of my fumbling boyfriends and girlfriends had sucked those tits, but never as skillfully as this girl did.

As she gently suckled, first one and now the other, I felt her smooth palm rubbing my belly. It worked to the button of my miniskirt and pulled it up. I knew my dripping pussy was leaving a damp spot on my white panties. Softly her hand worked up over the smooth fabric of my panties which covered my pulsating mound, and slid my skirt down off my hips, caressing the sensitive skin of the inner thighs as they did. I lifted my feet so she could pull it off. Then her sharp fingernails moved back up my legs, caressing my inner thighs and letting one nail run so very lightly over my slit under the white panties, creating a feeling that was both pleasurable and dangerous at the same time.

But then once again she moved away. I stood there in nothing but my panties, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my pussy throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the light aroma of her perfume in the air.

Soon I felt hands gently, gently, spread my legs apart and touch my pussy. The hand moved to my pubic mound and softly rubbed. I realized then that I did not feel the long nails on her hand, and as the rubbing became more insistent I could tell that these were larger, stronger hands than I had felt before. I became convinced that the naked girl had been replaced by a man. Was he naked too? What did he look like? His hands were large and strong. Did he have a cock to match? My imagination pictured him, gently rubbing my pubes with a large erection sticking out in front of him. Then his fingers slid into the waistband of my panties and began pulling them down. I knew my clean shaven mound and my pink lips, dripping now, were exposed to his gaze. I welcomed his attentions by spreading my legs slightly, and felt his soft touch on my inner thighs tracing down my legs. Once again I stepped out of the panties. Now his strong hands moved up my legs, tracing a path from my pussy to my ass, then on up my back. He pressed his whole body into mine, his strong chest pressing against my boobs, his belly rubbing mine, and his hard cock pressed up against my mound. My body was responding to his every stroke and I pressed close. Then he moved away and again I stood in darkness, feeling no touch.

After a short time I felt him take hold of one of my hands from behind me. He had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. My other hand was taken by the small soft hands of the girl. They brought my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them.

Then he pressed against me from behind, his hands reaching around to hold my boobs and his hard cock pressed into the crack of my butt. He rubbed back and forth against my back. Then he moved to the side and pulled me gently back by the cord around my wrists. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly he once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing.

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect their positions from the soft smell of his musky perfume or her floral scent but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the dripping of my pussy juices. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as it was fastened, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

After a short time I felt the gentlest touch of something flick over my slit. It was so sudden, so soft, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it quickly withdrew. Then it was back, a soft gentle touch, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, a tongue or his cock that was caressing my pussy. Again and again it stroked. Then slowly I felt it sliding up and down, finding my clit at the top of each stroke. Softly it rolled back and forth creating intense sensations. Now I thought that such subtle control had to be coming from fingertips, and since I felt no nails they must be his fingers.

The rubbing became harder, and my pussy lips were swelling with excitement. As he stroked and caressed my hips pressed toward him. Round and round his finger went, bring me closer and closer to intense pleasure. My excitement was building and building with each stroke. Then I felt two hands on my tits, caressing and squeezing my nipples. They had to be hers. As she rubbed my nipples, his finger pressed through my pussy lips and probed deep into my wetness. I felt it go down into my pussy, and then pull out. Now two fingers entered me, filling my pussy fuller and increasing the pleasure. Gently they stroked, in and out, in and out. Held to the pole as I was, I had little room to move but I rolled my hips with each stroke.

My nipples were sending waves of pleasure through me and the rubbing of my clit was bringing me closer and closer to coming. Deeper his fingers probed each time, filling my pussy as his thumb rubbed against my clitoris. I rushed toward my orgasm. Faster he stroked and more intense became my feelings. She was rubbing and squeezing my tits and he was stroking my pussy hard. Then suddenly waves of contractions rushed across my pussy and I climaxed magnificently.

Then his fingers pulled out and I stood there gasping. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cunt to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for his intentions. I did not know if either of them was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the girls had arranged for me? Not knowing what to expect was exciting in itself. I felt my pussy becoming engorged again, surely getting ready for another round. Would it come?

A light touch ran up the inside of my thigh. It felt slightly wet and I thought it might be a tongue, creeping toward my slit. Softly it caressed my pussy lips and then licked a long stroke up to my clit. Its wetness just added to my own juices and made all the touches soft and slippery. The tongue rolled around my clit, then up and down my slit and around again and again. Was it his tongue, or hers, or was someone else in the room? I felt hands grab my ass and press it close to the person licking me. Yes, they had long nails, digging in to my butt cheeks. It was the girl who performing the cunnilingus on me. With each stroke her tongue moved a bit deeper inside me. Soon it was deep in my pussy, moving in exquisite patterns and finding the exact spot to drive me to the most excitement. She drew it out, then pressed in again. Each time she drew it out I felt more urgent need for it to fill me up again.

Then my pussy felt empty, and there was nothing but a soft flicking touch on my clit. The orgasm denial drove my intensity higher. Around and around she rolled my clit with her tongue, building my excitement with each stroke. Then I felt him behind me. He reached around and grabbed my boobs and squeezed tight. His cock found the crack of my ass and began working up and down in it. Then suddenly she plunged her tongue deep into my pussy, deep and deep and touching all the right spots. She pressed hard and I felt my orgasm erupt, clenching her probing tongue with my pussy as I was bathed in pleasure again.

Quickly they both withdrew, and I was left there tied to the pole writhing my hips after my second orgasm. Gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, pussy dripping but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

My eyes could not see the man but in my mind I could. I knew my tits and my pussy had felt his strong hands and his cock had pressed against me. I also saw in my mind the brunette girl and how she had manipulated my nipples and used her silky tongue. I pictured in my mind his long thick cock and her wet smooth pussy, and waited for his next move.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. Slightly, oh so slightly, I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled gently, his hard chest pressed my side and I felt curly hair and a hard rod against my thigh. Wondering what he was doing now, I waited for some sign. On my other side, I felt her small firm boobs pressing me, the nipples standing hard against my side. She straddled my thigh and pressed her wet soft pussy against it. Both of them moved away from me. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because neither of them had said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from their footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my pubic mound. My hands were free, but I did not reach down. My pussy was telling me that it would like to feel my fingers in it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my pussy juices would have subsided, yet I could still feel the wetness down there.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susuration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had they come back, or had they ever left?

Two strong hands were on my boobs but instead of caressing they were pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. One hand grabbed each ankle. They were pulled to the side stretching my legs wide apart, and each ankle was wrapped in something soft and silky. I heard a slight snap on each side. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide and my pussy gaping. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what.