Hécuba

I will say that I am so used to my orgasms not being up to me that it's rare for me to get frustrated by being left right on the edge... But of course, what I didn't know was that this new rule was here to stay.

I have always liked it when my owner plays with my hair, brushes it, strokes it, or pulls it with a certain violence. But now it’s as if my hair has become my trigger. Knowing that my orgasms depend on direct interaction with it has changed my whole perception of it. Now, whenever my owner pays attention to it, I find myself closing my eyes, a smile tightening on my lips with desire and anticipation. And it is much worse when he asks me to open my legs and lets his hand disappear inside my panties... Any touch on my hair while he strokes me inside is so evocative that my sighs become much louder and more anxious...

I don't know how long I'll be like this, but I must confess that I like this new rule, and just the act of writing about it has left me quite wet...

How different the two of us were, and yet, how beautifully the few things we had in common had united us. V was younger than me and very bold. Where I hesitated and saw risks, she only saw an opportunity to prove her worth. We were both submissives, each with our respective owner, and just as my respect and admiration for my Miss had made me sexually attracted to a woman for the first time, something similar had happened to her with me. My experiences, the way I narrated them, and my particular view of anything related to ropes had made her notice me in a special way. We still didn't know what our sexuality held for us regarding each other, but that hadn't stopped us—sharing submission and a nascent, newly born sexual attraction to people of our same sex—from quickly becoming something like accomplices. And I say "accomplices" in the truest sense of the word, because calling us simply "friends" wouldn't do justice to the whole truth.

Unintentionally, like someone who starts eating without being hungry and ends up devouring the plate because it's so delicious, we had forged a bond unlike any I had ever experienced with anyone else. One day, just messing around, fantasizing out loud, she was surprised to find out I knew about ropes, and I ended up tying her up at home to show her how it was done. Nothing out of this world, just something simple over the dress she was wearing. By the time I finished immobilizing her, V confessed that the whole thing had turned her on—and it had turned me on too, though I kept quiet at the time and wouldn't confess it to her until later. She asked me to lie down next to her on the bed, and I couldn't say no... Nothing else happened. We simply chatted about our things under those conditions, while she asked me to scratch her nose or brush an annoying strand of hair out of her face.

That brought us closeness. A lot of it. Neither of us had ever had a friend like this, and we were both thoroughly enjoying the experience. I didn't know if I was letting myself be carried away by her or if it was the other way around. I might have had more experience than her in certain aspects, but nothing daunted her, and if something crossed her mind, she would blurt it out, no matter what it was. Talking about our kinks openly had woven a trust between us that I liked very much, since I never talked to anyone about my sexuality. It didn't fluster me when she gave me a quick peck on the lips in one of those sudden impulses she often had, nor when she openly told me she wanted my lips—both the ones on my face and the ones between my thighs—to be the first of a woman that her tongue ever touched.

And so, through playful banter and spicy confessions, we found ourselves at that very moment in that hotel room. Her in that beautiful black lingerie set she had chosen, blindfolded, kneeling on the bed with her hands tied above her head. Me, making sure everything was perfect so that when her Sir walked into the room, he would find his submissive looking all pretty, like a gift for his perversions.

"Don't worry, if your owner wants to gag you, he has everything he needs to do it," I replied, scanning the room.

Truth be told, I had left everything looking quite beautiful and organized. Everything was elegantly arranged around her without taking away any of the spotlight she deserved for the evening. Ball gag, ring gag, and bit gag were on the left nightstand; a crop, whip, and clover clamps were at her feet on the floor; a butt plug, vibrator, and magic wand were on the right nightstand.

Taking her by the chin, I turned her head to examine her makeup in case it needed a touch-up, but no, everything was perfect. I adjusted her hair a bit where the blindfold had caught it, giving it a strange drape, and V was finally ready.

"I'm leaving your phone on your right," I said, placing the device on the mattress, ready to leave.

A restrained, mischievous smile appeared on V's face as she looked blindly in my direction.

"Oof... I feel a tingling between my legs," she confessed, as if she hadn't heard me or didn't care about what I had just said. "Don't you?"

I pressed my lips together. It was a rhetorical question, and we both knew it. It wasn't having her immobilized and helpless that turned me on about the situation. It turned me on to turn her on, and she knew that all too well.

"A lot? A little?" V wanted to know.

Given the privacy afforded by the fact that she couldn't see me, I acted without thinking, and my hand slid inside my skirt. With the other, I pushed my panties aside without taking them off, and with the tip of my middle finger, I probed a bit between my labia, only to find it sliding inside me without opposition. Yes, I was definitely wet... And I was convinced V was too.

Without saying a word, I brought my finger to her nose, and almost instantly, she realized what it was.

"Oh my god, you are so wet!" she said laughing, before blindly lunging to try to catch my finger with her mouth. But I was faster than her, pulling it away for just a moment only to place it back under her nostrils so she could keep smelling it. And so, amid both our laughter, poor V, snapping fruitlessly at the air, finally accepted that I wasn't going to let her lick my finger.

"I'm the same way," she assured me, making that pout she always made when trying to catch my attention, pulling her lips to one side of her face.

"Well, you stay just like that, gorgeous," I said, tickling her armpit a bit to tease her. "I'm leaving now. Enjoy yourself with your owner."

"Are you going to leave just like that? Without even giving me a goodbye kiss?"

What a flirt she was, but I couldn't deny that I loved the game we had going between us. So, to tease her just a little bit more, I planted a kiss on her cheek, leaving the color of my lipstick partially imprinted. That way, her owner would know exactly who her accomplice had been.

"That's how you kiss a mother, not a tied-up, blindfolded woman..." she objected rightly, and this time, to make her shut up a bit, I took her by the back of the neck and gave her a quick peck on the lips that lasted for a few seconds.

Greedy as she was, she quickly freed her tongue, trying to force her way into mine. I laughed mischievously with my lips tightly sealed, pulling away from her little by little, feeling her stretch forward as much as her bonds allowed, as if she didn't want to let me go.

"Pretend you don't want it all you want, but you're still turned on. You can try to fool me, but you can't fool your body," she told me.

And yes, V was right. I had told her before, but like so many other times, it had either gone in one ear and out the other, or she truly hadn't given it any importance at all. When it came to our relationship and my feelings toward her, I was being very careful about opening up emotionally... I am highly impulsive and reckless when I meet someone for the first time in my life and I'm really excited to get to know them, and that excessive effusiveness has caused me personal problems many times before...

But of course, that was what my reason dictated, and what my body was feeling at that moment was something completely different.

She was beautiful, she had a body that only an envious person would dare to criticize, we were united by our mutual and shared kinks, and she had openly told me time and time again that she wanted and desired something more from me than what I was giving her. I could try to rationalize it all a thousand and one times, but indeed, I couldn't fool my body, much less that pulsing sensation taking root inside my sex...

"A la mierda," I muttered in my native Spanish.

And, letting my emotions take absolute control over me, my lips rushed onto hers.

Saliva, lipstick, mouths, and tongues melted into one in a shared outburst. It was a thirsty kiss; we breathed haphazardly of each other's breath through that fierce, unleashed passion, while our bodies expressed themselves in a way that words alone never could. We gave each other no quarter. I wrapped one hand around her waist, pulling her body tight against mine, and with the other, I rid myself of my annoying panties, kicking them down to my ankles. I wanted to come; my owner always gave me the green light as long as I reached climax with other women, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

The instant my caresses fell upon my button of pleasure, I kissed her, seeking to gag myself with her tongue. My moans began to echo in her mouth, mingling with the giggles she let out from sheer surprise. She could feel the frantic movements of my hand; she knew all too well what was happening and returned the kiss enthusiastically.

I turned my head a bit to catch my breath while she, blindly, kept searching for my mouth with hers. A tremor shook my legs, and I clung to her like someone holding onto a life jacket. Her tongue found mine again, but it lay limp, lacking the strength to dance along with hers, while I gasped and groaned, my sex convulsing until it dissipated into a slow, gentle effervescence.

V laughed exultantly, and I laughed tiredly. It had been very, very good...