Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2004 19:23:09 +0000 From: Nicola Atkins Subject: Janet - Part One DISCLAIMER: This story concerns lesbian sexual acts between consenting adults and a minor. If this offends you, please do not read on; indeed, perhaps you should not even be on this site. The characters in the story are purely the figment of my rather fertile imagination, and any likeness to real people is purely coincidental. I make no apology for the fact that the story does not go straight into rampant sexual activity -- I like my stories, like my sex, to be built up so that the tension and anticipation heighten the pleasure! Any Feedback would be most welcome - I can be contacted on jonathanorange@hotmail.com Janet -- Chapter 1 Janet was feeling guilty, very, very guilty. She could not begin to understand how she had got into this position in the first place. On the other hand, she could! Her sexual appetite was such that she could easily appreciate how she had finished up like this! But it didn't stop her feeling guilty! She was also feeling incredibly sexually aroused! In part this was due to the situation in which she found herself. She was naked apart from a pair of red leather panties, her handcuffed wrists were drawn upwards to a bar that she was gripping to give herself some support, and her legs were spread wide by a spreader bar. The panties were not intended to spare her modesty, but to heighten her arousal, for inside them were two probes, the one in the front larger than the one in the back, both buried deep inside her two holes and sending infuriatingly erotic electrical tingles through her body. But more significant to her state of extreme excitement was the sight of the young girl opposite her. Janet had watched in fascination and growing arousal as Mistress Lucy had opened the girl's body up and proceeded to awaken the blossoming sexual awareness. She had begun by adjusting the girl's position on the "examination" couch so that her knees, looped through the stirrups, had been drawn as widely apart as they could be. Her ankle cuffs had been clipped down to prevent any movement and the straps across her body tightened to ensure that she could not wriggle. Satisfied with her work, she had trailed her fingers lightly up the girl's body, noting the involuntary shudder and the goose pimples erupting over her body. Reaching her head, she had cupped the pale face in her hands and looked down into the dark green eyes, framed by the blaze of her deep auburn hair. "Do not be afraid, my sweet," she had whispered. "I will take you on a fantastic journey. You will discover things about your body that you could never have imagined, and, on the way, you will feel incredible frustration, but, believe me, the end of your journey will bring you indescribable pleasure." And then she had begun her examination! Mistress Lucy was an expert Mistress. She specialised in female clients as she found men were boring and so predictable. She occasionally took one into her dungeon, but, although she enjoyed making them suffer both physically and sexually, she did not really enjoy them. No, she enjoyed the more subtle pleasures that teasing a woman could bring her -- and, of course, she enjoyed sex with a woman much more than with a man. She could be incredibly gentle and sensual, as Janet had often found out. Aware that the girl had never been touched by any hand other than her own, she had run her hands so lightly over the girl's body, talking quietly to her throughout. She stroked her entire body, careful at first to avoid any contact with either her tits or her loins, but aware that this would arouse her. And of course it did! The girl began to moan slightly, her embarrassment at being thus exposed to a stranger quickly being replaced by a need to be touched in those special places that, up until now, only she had explored. Mistress Lucy's hands finally rested on the small tits, standing proudly like cream cones, the nipples already stiff in growing anticipation. She kneaded them in her hands, rolling the nipples in her fingers, pinching them ever so slightly. A gasp escaped the girl's lips as Mistress Lucy's mouth enveloped one of those taut little nipples, and she rolled her tongue around it, gently grazing it with her teeth. She suckled the breast, drawing the nipple into her mouth, all the while playing with its partner. She switched to the other breast, noting with satisfaction how hard the nipple had become. Her hands began to explore further, sliding across the flat stomach. She followed them down with her tongue, leaving a trail of saliva as she went, stopping for a moment to lick the girl's delightful belly button. Her hands, meanwhile, had begun to stroke the inside of the girl's thighs and, despite her restraint she had tried to raise her hips, urging the hands to touch that special place -- but, of course, without success! At last Mistress Lucy's hands reached the top of the girl's thighs just as her tongue arrived at the rich red forest of pubic hair. She blew slightly on the curls of wiry hair, and her fingers stroked the outer lips of the cunt. She noted with satisfaction that it was leaking moisture, and the smell was divine. Her fingers slowly parted the puffy outer lips, and she gazed at the pink flesh within. What a feast awaited her! The girl again tried to raise her hips to bring her sopping cunt within range of those teasing fingers, and again she was not able to. She was fast losing any reserve that she might have had when she was first placed upon that examination couch. Mistress Lucy's fingers were rolling the fleshy lips of the outer labia, causing them to swell as the blood engorged them. This, of course, heightened the girl's sexual anticipation - and desire! When Mistress Lucy began scratching lightly along the entire length of the dripping labia, the girl moaned, and as Mistress Lucy's tongue began making its way inexorably through the red forest, drawing ever closer to the prize that she was as anxious to reach as was the girl, an urgent "Oooooh!" escaped her lips. And then she stopped! A squeal of frustration escaped the girl's mouth. Mistress Lucy went round to position herself between the girl's wide-spread legs, and her hands again massaged their way up the quivering thighs. Whimpers were coming from the young girl as the fingers lightly continued their inexorable journey towards the prize. At last they reached their goal, and Mistress Lucy again spread the lips, this time peeling them widely open, and gently ran her middle finger along the length of the inner lips. It was quickly soaked with the moisture that was pouring from the young cunt. "Please!" she begged, "Please touch me!" In response, Mistress Lucy allowed her finger to graze the clit that was now prominently showing itself, and a gasp escaped from the girl. Mistress Lucy allowed her finger to begin probing gently into the virgin cunt, using a fishtailing motion to heighten the effect of its entry into the warm, soaking depths. Meanwhile her left hand buried itself in the mass of rich red curls and she massaged the flat mons with some pressure, knowing how erotic this could be. For several minutes she continued with her finger fuck, until the young girl's breath was coming in short pants, and it was clear that she would soon reach her orgasm. Naturally Mistress Lucy withdrew her finger at once! And equally naturally a cry of frustration rang round the room. Mistress Lucy was an expert, and she knew that it would only take a few seconds for the impending climax to recede enough for her to recommence the teasing, and it was important to Mistress Lucy that the closeness to orgasm was maintained -- so much more frustrating, she knew! So she returned once more to her task. Both hands this time spread wide the lips of the sopping cunt, and she lowered her head and allowed her tongue to flick across the swollen clit. She knew that this was a new experience for the young girl, and she sensed the girl's hesitancy, but she also knew it would have an electrifying effect. She was not disappointed! Another long "Ooooooh!" came from the girl, and as Mistress Lucy's tongue began to travel the length of the juicy slit, she felt the girl's urgency return. She buried her tongue deep inside the hot hole and her hands left the slick outer lips to travel across the flat stomach and up to those two beautiful, small tits. She grasped the nipples and pulled them away from the proud little cones -- hard enough to cause real pleasure, but not hard enough to cause pain. "Oh! God!" the girl moaned, "That is so good! Oh! Please! Please! Lick me till I come!" she said, writhing as much as her bonds would allow her. Mistress Lucy was pleased to note that the girl was losing her reservedness, so she continued to probe deeply into the girl's cunt, but carefully avoiding her clitoris -- she was not ready for the girl to come just yet! Her fingers left the nipples, now as hard as two cherry stones, and teasingly ran them over the beautiful flat stomach. On reaching the girl's pubic hair, Mistress Lucy allowed her hands to skirt round the hips and across the fleshy cheeks of the girl's bottom. They came to rest at the crevice that hid her arse. She grasped these globes and, with her tongue still swirling round deep inside the girl's cunt, gently prised them apart, allowing the middle finger of her right hand to trace light strokes up and down the moisture-laden crack. Despite the heightened state of the girl's sexual need, there are certain areas of the body that are especially taboo. Mistress Lucy felt the tensing of the girl's muscles as she tried to resist the slight, but insistent, way that Mistress Lucy was exploring that secret area of her body. The finger of her right hand was scratching the length of the crack, stopping each time it reached the arsehole to gently tickle that most private of places. She felt the tensing of the muscles and the attempt to draw away from the prying finger as she continued gently to probe the puckered hole, her tongue all the time twirling around deep inside the girl's cunt. Gradually her finger forced it's way just a little way past the ring of strong muscle, wiggling the end of her finger to excite that most erogenous of zones. And equally gradually the muscle relaxed as the eroticism of having one's arse explored began to take over the girl. Slowly Mistress Lucy probed further, pushing her finger deeper and deeper into the girls' bottom until the knuckle was rubbing the ring as she reamed her finger around the sopping channel. And then the girl started to push against the invading finger, fucking it as hard as her restricted movement would allow, and she cried out:"Oh! God! That feels sooo good! Oh! Please! Please! Make me come! Lick my pussy and let me come. Pleeeease!" Mistress Lucy smiled in triumph! No longer did she have a shy young girl before her, but a woman whose whole body was now alive with sexual desire, whose every nerve was tingling with anticipation and whose whole focus was on that one area of her body - all reservations swept away -- just waiting urgently for the release and pleasure that orgasm would bring. Her breath was coming in short bursts, and she was wriggling as best she could in order to bring that slightly firmer contact that was all that was needed to take her over the edge. Watching all this had heightened Janet's own need. Her cunt was dripping moisture, which she could feel flowing down her legs. Many Mistresses use electrics to cause pain -- sharp bursts of needle-like pain coursing through the body. But Mistress Lucy was not a great lover of pain. Yes, she could administer a sound spanking or a good caning if the case merited it, but her preference was for the more subtle forms of torment, mainly because this gave her so much erotic pleasure, and she did so enjoy her own sexual fulfilment. So she had developed her electric gadget so that consistent tingling electric current flowed through the probes, and these had the same effect as a vibrator, only enhanced ten, twenty fold. And this was what Janet was feeling! The two probes not only set the nerves of each orifice tingling, but seemed to be enhanced as the current flowed between them through the thin membrane of skin that separated her arse and her cunt. It felt like a nest of ants were crawling around inside both her holes, and she longed to scratch herself to relieve the frustration. But it wasn't just this that had Janet pleading silently for the relief of orgasm! The whole room reeked with the erotic aroma of sex, and the sounds of Mistress Lucy's tongue slurping deep inside the girl's cunt, and her voice talking the girl through what she was doing to her, and the girl herself pleading and begging for her orgasm. All this combined to drive Janet almost crazy with desire. Yet she still felt guilty. After all, it was her thirteen year old daughter, Jemma, whose torment she was witnessing! And Mistress Lucy had made it quite clear to Janet in private before she had begun her torture of the girl, that any orgasm Jemma was finally allowed to have would be at the hands -- or the tongue - of her mother!