Date: Wed, 22 May 2013 16:01:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tying Mary

Tying Mary

Jane Parks

f/F, S/m, Humiliation

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I hope Becca likes this one.

"Now you know I don't mind taking care of
Karen for you at all," Mary said
smilingly to her next door neighbor Lisa
as she stroked Lisa's fourteen year old
daughter's hair affectionately.

"I certainly understand about family
emergencies and how you have to scramble
around to find someone to take care of
the kids when you suddenly have to travel
out of town."

As she spoke, Mary continued stroking
Karen's hair, reveling in the feel of the
soft, silky strands against her fingers
and the warmth of the girl's lithe body
as she pressed against her own.  Mary had
no children of her own -- had never been
married for that matter.  So she had
never been around children and young
adolescents a great deal.  Mary found
herself strangely attracted to her
neighbor's adolescent daughter: attracted
in a way that she knew was highly
inappropriate but nearly irresistible
none the less.

Karen's mother, Lisa, was so distracted
with worry about her current family
problems and uncertainties over whether
Mary would actually agree to take care of
Karen while she was suddenly called away
to notice Mary's sensual little smile as
her daughter leaned even closer to her.

Lisa's mind was focused upon getting
through this latest family crisis, and
not on the manner her neighbor and her
daughter were comporting themselves.

Karen, who at fourteen really didn't need
a baby-sitter any longer, did, however,
require adult minding when her mother
suddenly found herself compelled to be
away for four whole days.  The pert young
girl smiled up winsomely at her mother's
neighbor and friend, trying her best to
lull Mary into as much serenity as she
could be about the notion of minding her
while her mother was away.  Karen most
certainly wished that Mary would take
care of her while her mother was gone.

Oh yes she did indeed.  Karen wanted to
be alone with her mother's adult friend
for a sustained period of time.  She knew
full well that Mary was fascinated with
her, and she had done everything she
could to strengthen the erotic bond
between them.  Karen was taken with this
older woman as much as Mary was with her.
But for different reasons entirely.

Karen wanted Mary to stay with her for the next four days.
Karen had plans for Mary.  Oh yes.

For her part, Mary had discovered herself
often fantasizing about just what it
might be like to be alone with this
vivacious fourteen year old girl who held
such an amorous attraction for her.  She
knew for certain that her secret little
fantasies were way out of line with what
a normal woman in her mid thirties should
be thinking of with respect to a fourteen
year old girl.  But that didn't prevent
her fantasies from persisting, and when
she was physically close to Karen, as she
was now, the fantasies sometimes became
very powerful.  She sensed deep inside
herself from the special way Karen acted
toward her when she was certain her
mother wouldn't notice that, if she could
find just the right opportunity to be
alone with Karen, the young girl might
well be willing to turn those salacious
little fantasies of hers into reality.

"Sure, Lisa.  I'll take care of Karen for
you.  I'll be more than glad to."

Both mother and daughter said, "thanks,
Mary," at the same time.  Karen laughed
at their simultaneous response.  Mary and
Lisa joined in Karen's laughter as well.

Mary continued to stroke Karen's hair,
becoming oblivious to everything around
her except for the closeness of Karen's
body pressed against her as they stood on
Lisa's front porch, talking.  Thinking
back, Mary had been attracted to the
young girl ever since she and her mother
had moved in next door a couple years
ago.  Karen was always, proper, polite,
and well behaved toward Mary when Lisa
was anywhere around.  But any time her
mother was distracted by something or
other, Karen would do some little
something that made it clear to Mary that
she mightn't reject the older woman's
erotic attention: a touch, a secret
smile, something.  Karen's furtive acts
of teasing encouragement gave the older
woman hope that her fantasies might just
be realized.

As it turned out, Mary's next door
neighbor Lisa was a single parent who had
had the good fortune of being hired as a
senior accountant for a large company
that paid her well and provided
significant fringe benefits.  Plus,
Lisa's late husband had left her a tidy
little nest egg.  Mary, who was herself a
partner in a local law firm, also earned
enough money to afford to live in their
upper middle neighborhood.  The two women
had gotten on well from the very first.

They visited each other often, shopped
together, often went out to eat together,
and Lisa was over at Mary and Karen's
house almost as much as she was at home.
Truth to tell, by now, Mary had become
much more fascinated by the daughter than
with the mother.

Lisa offered her neighbor a sincere look
of gratitude when she heard that Mary was
more than willing to watch Karen for her
while she was away helping other family
members with an aging aunt who was being
moved to a personal care facility.  She
was so grateful not to have to disrupt
Karen's life by taking her daughter along
with her on what was going to be anything
but a pleasure trip.  And besides, Karen
had made it quite plain to her mother, as
only a teenage girl can, that she didn't
want to go with her and be stuck dealing
with all those yucky family issues.  As
an alternative, Karen had slyly broached
the idea of Mary staying with her
instead.  At first, Lisa was trepidations
over the idea of Mary staying with her
daughter, but she had finally, though
reluctantly, gone along with her
daughter's suggestion.  She was running
out of alternatives, and though she had
her little suspicions about just what
Karen and Mary might do together if left
alone, she was in no place to refuse
Mary's offer to mind Karen if she would
agree.  And so Lisa was very relieved
when Mary had consented to mind Karen for
her.

"That's great, Mary.  Would it be too
much trouble for you to stay at our house
during the time I'm gone?  That way Karen
wouldn't have to leave her stuff and
familiar surroundings."

Although Mary flashed to herself that she
would much rather keep Karen in her own
house rather than Lisa's, she could think
up no reasonable excuse not to move in at
Lisa's place for the duration of her
stay.  And Karen had looked up at her so
pleadingly, and had snuggled against her
so suggestively.  If there was any
possibility at all that this young girl
shared Mary's erotic fantasies about the
two of them, then it probably would be
better to leave her in her own, familiar
surroundings.  Mary certainly entertained
hopes along that line once they were
alone together without Lisa to hinder
them.  Could she sway Karen into joining
her in some sort of secret and erotic
tryst?  Karen WAS quite a desirable
little yummy.  Wasn't she?  And she
seemed to be willing.  Didn't she?

Mary decided that she would agree to
practically any arrangement that provided
her an opportunity to spend time alone
with Karen.

"Sure, Lisa.  I'll just pack a few things
and come over to your place after work
tomorrow. Karen can let me in and give me
a key then."

Mary didn't notice the furtive, anxious
side glance that passed from Lisa to her
daughter.  Had she done so, she might
have wondered why Karen let a little
smirk of triumph cross her face and why
Lisa seemed so anxious all of a sudden.
But Mary was oblivious, consumed as she
was with her own incipient fantasies
about Karen, and the furtive exchange
between mother and daughter went
unnoticed.

As the two neighbors finalized
arrangements for Mary taking care of
Karen, the young teenager stepped back
out of the way of the logistical planning
going on and began pondering all the
interesting possibilities that lay in
store for her starting the very next day.

Karen, who was a most observant child,
had long ago noted something about her
mother's friend that Mary hadn't even
noticed about herself.  While Mary gave
every outward impression that she thought
of herself as a strong-willed woman,
thoroughly professional, decisive, and
replete with will power, Karen had
closely observed Mary and her mother as
they carried on their friendship over the
past couple years.  And what the sly
young girl had deduced from her
observations was a strong tendency within
Mary to sublimate her own wishes to
anything either she or her mother
suggested.  Whether it be where to eat
out, or where to go to shop, or what
movie to rent from the video store, Mary
almost always acquiesced to Lisa's
expressed preferences.  And increasingly,
when Karen had voiced a predilection of
her own that was at variance with Mary's,
Mary gave in and did it Karen's way.

This wasn't strange to Karen at all.  Not
at all.  In fact, Karen had discovered
the same thing about her own mother right
after her father had died a little over
two and a half years ago.  It was as if
Lisa had somehow transferred to her young
daughter a range of those powerful
feelings of dependence and acquiescence
she had lavished upon her husband before
his death.

At first, Karen didn't know
just exactly how to react to her mother's
desire for her to make more of the
decisions around the house.  After all,
wasn't Lisa the mother and Karen the
daughter?  But soon, Karen got more used
to being responsible for making her share
of family decisions about how she and her
mother would live at home.  In fact, it
had been Karen's bright idea to move from
their old, in-town neighborhood to this
upscale suburban one where they could
live in a much nicer house than before
and she could attend a much more
prestigious middle school.

Then, one day soon after the move, when
she was feeling especially avaricious,
Karen decided to take as much advantage
of this peculiar role reversal situation
with her mother as she could.

Thereafter, whenever she wanted something
such as new clothes or perhaps a new
music CD, Karen would just tell her
mother straight out to buy it for her.
And Lisa almost always just did as she
was told.  This almost total
acquisitiveness on Lisa's part continued
till the girl finally got bored with
having whatever material thing she wanted
handed to her on a silver platter by her
mother.

It had been fun for a while
impressing her young mall rat friends with
the things she could get her mother to
buy her.  But the bloom had worn off that
particular rose about a year ago.  Karen
then determined to spice up her life by
adding a purely psychological dimension
to her relationship with her mother's
friend, Mary.  She began playing sordid
little games with Mary's mind, making her
feel erotically stimulated when they were
together.  Karen never indulged in her
little mind games with Mary unless she
and her mother's friend were alone
together.  Therefore, Karen believed that
no one else even suspected what was going
on between them.  Karen discovered during
that period that she really liked the
power trip associated with messing with
Mary's mind.  And truth to tell, as they
got deeper and deeper into their
divertissement of role reversal, Mary
began to revel in it as well.  And it
wasn't long before Mary got hot and
bothered every time Karen was in her
vicinity.

When Karen became sensitive to those
first stirrings of sexuality that beset
girls in their early teens, she began
playing even more captivating little
games with Mary's mind.

Despite herself, Mary acquiesced in this
new and sordid twist on her role reversal
with Karen. She knew it was so very, very
wrong, even as she surrendered to all the
little teasing torments Karen thought up
for her.  After a time, Mary had no
alternative but to admit to herself that
she actually looked forward to her Lisa's
daughter's salacious and wanton
attentions.

Karen's recent understanding about her
mother's friend Mary and her willingness
to acquiesce got the young girl to
thinking some really deep dark thoughts.

What if she could exercise true erotic
control over Mary?  Karen was getting
bored bossing her mother around again:
she began to wonder how far she could
push Mary into doing things her way,
particularly if her mother weren't around
to distract her.  Over the past couple
weeks, Karen's speculations had grown
into a strong fixation, until she became
determined to discover just exactly what
Mary's limits were at her earliest
opportunity.  And now, here it was: her
mother out of the way for four whole days
and Mary dropped into her lap on a sliver
plate.  Over the next four days, Karen
would put her plan into action.  She
wouldn't give Mary any choice in the
matter.  The young girl concluded that as
long as she just did what she wanted and
did not ask Mary, or allow Mary's assumed
protests to stop her, then she had a very
good chance of succeeding in her scheme.

Karen was determined to have Mary doing
things to her she knew were wrong by
bedtime the next night.

All the next day at school, Karen
speculated on just how she would take
control of Mary, and what she would do to
her, and force her to do once she had her
under control.  She had hit upon a scheme
for accomplishing Mary's downfall right
away and she would begin putting it into
practice as soon as her mother's friend
came by that afternoon.

Karen had been home for almost three
hours getting everything ready when Mary
finally came knocking on her front door.
Mary had packed the night before, and her
suitcase was full of casual clothes since
she had decided to take the rest of the
week off.  She wanted to make certain
that she was always around if Karen
needed her for anything.  And she hoped
that Karen would need her.

Karen let Mary in and gave the older
woman a big, welcoming hug.  Though
mildly taken aback by Karen's preemptive
demonstration of affection, Mary hugged
back, joyful in the feeling that this
little girl really did like her after
all, and wanted her, too.  For Mary it
was so important that Karen like her,
since she and her mother were among
Mary's very few friends.  Mary had never
made friends easily because she was
usually too diffident to be proactive in
her friendships.  If it hadn't been for
Lisa and Karen taking the initiative,
Mary might not now be their friend,
either.  And Mary valued the friendship
of Lisa and Karen very, very much. Karen
and her mother held a special place in
Mary's heart: especially Karen.

As for Karen, she was much more
interested in finding out just what she
could get away with so far as playing
with Mary was concerned.  She hugged the
older woman to her and thrilled as Mary's
ample breasts pressed against her own
smaller, pert ones.  Unlike her mother,
who had rather petite breasts, Mary had
large ones, which gave Karen all sorts of
lewd ideas about what could be done with
them.  If only she could get Mary to
cooperate in her own downfall.  From the
way Mary returned her hug, Karen thought
she would be most cooperative.

Mary and Karen reluctantly let go of each
other and Karen patted Mary lightly on
the bottom.  Before Mary could respond to
Karen's impudence, however, the young
girl suggested that they go into the
kitchen and get dinner started.  Mary
suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to
throw caution to the winds and make her
wanton move on the young girl who seemed
to be egging her on so tantalizingly.

Despite flashing a hot erotic thrill at
Karen's forwardness at touching her
butty, however, Mary willingly complied
with Karen's suggestion.  Mary didn't
want to do anything to make the young
girl shy away now that she was soooo
close to fulfilling all of the older
woman's fantasies.

For the next hour she and her charge
prepared and ate a tasty meal as if
nothing torrid had ever happened between
them.  After the dinner things were
washed and set to dry, Karen coyly took
Mary's hand and led her into the living
room.  When they arrived, Karen let go of
Mary's hand and once more patted her
bottom.  This time the young girl was
rewarded with the sound of Mary's sharp
intake of breath.  Karen smiled to
herself.  She had Mary right where she
wanted her.

Mary tried to cover up her nervousness.

"Well, Karen, what do you want to do
now?" she asked with a hysterical little
lilt to her voice.  She could feel the
itching and burning deep inside her.  The
wanton thrill of taking such an
inappropriate risk with this young girl
was making her so hungry to get on with
it.

Karen decided that now was the time to
press fully ahead.  She could see the
bright, hot, hunger in the older woman's
eyes.  She knew that there would never be
a better time to spring her trap.

Karen put her arms around Mary's neck and
pulled her down to eye level.

"Why don't you kiss me, Marypoos.  You've
been wanting to ever since you got here."
Mary blinked in astonishment but felt her
lips parting hungrily as the young girl
kissed her full on the mouth.  Mary
shivered and moaned as Karen's searching
tongue slid between her teeth to probe
and explore.  Little flashes of sex
hunger crashed inside the older woman.
Yes.  This is what she wanted.  This was
her fantasy coming true.

Suddenly, Karen broke the kiss and stood
away from her panting partner.

"Gee, Marypoos.  That was fun.  Do you
want more?"

Mary wanted to continue kissing the girl
more than she had ever wanted anything
before.

"Yessssss, Karen.  Please let me kiss you
again."

It was almost a whimper.

Karen giggled.

Why don't you sit on the couch and let me
tie you up, then?"

Mary blinked in astonishment.  Had she
heard correctly?

"What, honey?"

Karen giggled again.  She could see the
confusion in Mary's eyes; and the growing
hunger.

"I said, why don't you let me tie you up.
It's really fun."

Mary suddenly felt weak in the knees and
sank down onto the couch.  She stared
unblinkingly at Karen as if she were from
another planet.

"Wait, Karen.  You want me to let you tie
me up?  You really do?"

Mary was absolutely incredulous at the
thought of actually allowing this girl to
tie her up, but still she tried her best
to make sense of tKaren's words.  And she
did want more of Karen's kisses.  And
other things, too.

Karen giggled and sat down right beside
the older woman; their flanks pressed
tightly together.  Mary sucked in her
breath as she felt Karen's warm hip press
against her own.

"I sure do.  I bet we'll have just whole
lots of fun together when I tie you up."

Mary turned her head to stare at Karen
sitting so close beside her.  She felt
extremely wanton sitting so near to this
young girl, and could not for the life of
her bring herself to move away.

"You do, Karen?

Karen looked up at Mary, nonchalantly
placed her hand upon the older woman's
skirt right on her thigh, and gave it a
little squeeze.  Mary flinched, but still
could not force herself to move away.

She was suddenly and surprisedly
transfixed by Karen's erotic words and
actions.

"Sure, Mary.  I know we'll have
funnnnnnnnnn when I tie you up.  You'll
be so helpless when I tie you up.  And I
bet you'll really like that part a whole
lot.  I can do anything I want to you,
then.  And I mean `anything'.  You do
want me to play with you, don't you,
Mary?"

Karen giggled again and squeezed Mary's
thigh through the material of her skirt
for emphasis.

"Don't you want to have funnnnnnnnnn with
me, Mary?  Don't you want to be helpless?
Don't you want me to do anything I want
to you, too?"

Something deep within Mary's brain
screamed for her to get up off the couch
right that second and slap this little
hellion's face for even suggesting such a
lewd thing.  But another part of her
brain began to wriggle and twitch with a
never before felt kind of excitement.
She had wanted to be intimate with this
young girl.  This must be the way Karen
wanted to be intimate.  What would really
happen to her if she didn't get up off
the couch?  What if she just sat there?
What if she actually let Karen go ahead
and tie her up?  What if she allowed
herself to be completely helpless for
Karen? What would happen then?  What
would happen to her?  What?

Mary shivered once all over her body,
then slumped back against the couch
waiting anxiously for Karen to make the
next move.  But just as Karen began
sliding her exploring hand up the older
woman's thigh, a powerful blast of
hysterical fear came roaring out of the
site of Mary's deepest brain and her fear
began to struggle to win the battle
against Mary's burgeoning erotic
feelings.  She tried with all her might
to order her body to get up from the
couch right that second, and her leg
muscles began to tense to do just that.
But Karen didn't want the anxiety side of
Mary's mind to win.  She wanted the
erotic wriggling side to win.

"Mary, now you just be quite and let me
tie you up," Karen instructed as if she
were talking to a recalcitrant pet.

The young girl suited her actions to her
words by pressing down on Mary's thigh so
it became almost impossible for the older
woman to rise from her seat on the couch.
Mary struggled against Karen's
restraining hand, but finally had to give
up.  Her breathing was now coming in
quick little pants as she struggled not
to give in to this sudden craving to obey
this young girl's wanton directives.  But
her struggles proved to be in vain.

Karen smiled as she began to stroke May's
thigh through the material of her skirt
once more.  The older woman began to calm
down, and her eyes began to sparkle with
anticipation.  Oh yes, Karen knew the
signs very well.  She had seen them
before, many times with Mary when her
mother was somewhere else.

"You're sooooo easy," Karen giggled.

Mary lowered her head.  She could not
bring herself to look at her tormentor.
She had fantasized for months about being
alone with Karen and playing wanton games
with her.  If this was the game Karen
wanted to play, Mary could do nothing now
but play along and hope for the best.

Karen began unbuttoning Mary's blouse,
and Mary just could not find it within
herself to stop this young girl.  Her sex
was spasming and she could feel the
wetness making her panties stick to her
slit.  God, Mary prayed that Karen would
be gentle with her.

When the blouse was completely undone,
Karen made Mary lean forward so she could
remove it completely.  Then Karen
unceremoniously unfastened Mary's bra and
pulled it off.  Mary sat stark still as
Karen critically inspected the older
woman's large, firm breasts, all the
while humming contentedly to herself.

"Now, Mary.  I want you to wait here
while I get the ties.  We're going to
have so much fun together."

"What are you going to do to me?" Mary
asked barely above a whisper, her eyes
directed to her knees to keep from
looking at Karen.  She knew that if she
made eye contact with the young girl, the
erotic spell Karen was weaving would be
broken and she would run screaming from
the house, barechested and hysterical.
So long as she didn't meet Karen's gaze,
Mary could pretend that this was not
really happening; that she was having
some kind of weird, erotic dream.  Mary
had no intentions of moving.

"Please..." Mary begged, putting a hand
against Karen's shoulder.  But even she
didn't know whether she was begging the
young girl to stop or to continue.

Karen giggled as she got off the couch.

She let her hand trail across Mary's
naked breasts, and she giggled again.
This was just so much fun.

"Now while I'm getting the ties, I want
you to take off that stupid skirt you're
wearing.  But leave your pantiepoos on.
I want to take them off all by myself
after I've tied you up."

Mary just nodded her head in agreement.

She had already allowed this young girl
to take incredible liberties with her
body, and she had been rewarded by hot,
itchy feelings of desire and sex hunger
deep within her.  Mary knew that if she
continued to obey, the reward would grow
and grow.  She just knew it,  And she
suddenly wanted her reward more than she
had ever wanted anything in the whole
world.

So when Karen returned a few minutes
later with her bag of ties, she found
Mary sitting docilely on the couch,
completely naked and blushing, save for a
pair of white cotton panties.  Karen put
her bag on the floor, reached out her
hand, and pinched Mary's left nipple
until the older woman squealed in pain.

"Karen, please don't do that.  Please
don't hurt me.  I'll let you tie me up,
I'll let you play with me, but please
don't hurt me."

Karen pinched even harder.

"Do you think I care about what you want
or don't want.  I'm going to tie you up
and I'm going to hurt you, `cause that's
how I want to have fun with you.  You
wanted to be this way with me.  You're
hungry for me.  I know it.  Now, either
agree to what I want right now, or take
your clothes and get out.  We both know
you want me to tie you up, and I know you
want me to play with your big girl body
after I do.  We both know that you're
going to get off by feeling helpless and
unable to stop me tormenting you.  You
want to feel helpless, and you want me to
torment you.  Otherwise you would have
left a long time ago."

Mary began to sob.  She knew Karen was
right about her.  She didn't know why she
suddenly wanted so desperately to be
helpless and vulnerable in front of this
young girl, but she knew that she did
want to be.

Mary made one final move to elicit some
mercy from Karen.

"Please, honey.  Don't hurt me any more
tonight.  Please, Karen.  Don't!"

"But I want to hurt you some more, little
Mary girl," Karen said.  "You should know
by now from what I've said that I'm just
going to love to make my Mary girl squeal
just like the little piggyslut she is
when I tie her up and play with her.  The
more pain, the more piggysqueals.  And I
want to do all that to you.  And if you
squeal really pretty for me, I just might
let you lick my little snizzypoo till I
cum and cum, and cum.  You'd like that.
Wouldn't you, baby?"

Mary moaned deep within her throat.  For
she suddenly wanted exactly what Karen
wanted.

Karen, seeing that she had won the final
battle, reached in her bag and withdrew a
small bungee cord.

"Now raise your arms way over your head
like a good little slutty girl so I can
tie you to the couch."

Mary diffidently did as she was told,
raising her arms over her head.  Karen
walked behind the couch and encased
Mary's two wrists in the bungee cord.
Then she attached another, much longer
cord to the bottom of the back of the
couch and tautened the other end until
she hooked it over Mary's wrist
restraint.  The tension of the bungee
cords kept Mary's wrists together and
pulled up above her head.

Karen giggled again when she confirmed
that her victim was securely fastened.

"Now, I can get at those big old floppy
boobies of yours, Mary.  You're going to
make some of the most interesting noises
before I give you your reward."

Without any further pleas for mercy, Mary
held perfectly still and awaited the
torment to come in desperate hope of the
erotic reward to come after if she was a
good girl for Karen.

"You better sit perfectly still now,
Mary, while I play around with your big
old boobies.  You just don't know how
long I've waited to get my hands on your
boobs."

Mary sat silently as the cruel young girl
roved her exploring hands all around her
sensitive breast flesh.

"God, Mary.  This is such a turn on;
playing with your while you just sit
there and lets me do it to you.  You're
such a subby little grown up girl slut."

Karen retrieved a thick bungee cord out
of the package.  Then she extracted
another one.

"Now remember Mary, you better sit
perfectly still while I play with you.
Or else, I'll get a wooden paddle I keep
under my bed and get after these udders
of yours so I can really listen to you
squeal."

Mary nodded her head quickly to let her
tormentor know that she had understood
the threat.

Karen extended her bungee cord under
Mary's left breast and hooked it together
right next to her cleavage.  Then she did
the same to the right breast.  When they
were finished, Mary looked just like she
had two pale party balloons attached to
her chest.

As the free flow of blood into her
breasts was restricted by the tight
bungee cords, Mary's breasts began to
swell.  Then they began to throb with
pain and turn colors; first a kind of
pale rose, then an angry red, then a deep
purple.  Mary began to moan and writhe a
little from the growing pain she was
feeling.

Karen pawed Mary's distended breasts and
exposed underarms.  She put her groping
hands all over her; fondling, pinching,
squeezing, tweezing; while her submissive
victim just sat there and endured it.
Occasionally, when Karen did something
that truly hurt, Mary would reward her
with a high pitched squeal.

"I wanna see how the Mary pussy juice
factory is doing," Karen chuckled as she
slid her index finger inside the leghole
of Mary's panties and up into her
neighbor's vagina.  Not surprisingly,
Mary's slit was beginning to get all
squishy.  Karen's fingers were literally
covered with Mary's secretions when she
removed them and took a hard, appraising
look.

"Mary, I just knew you were going to be
such a subby little grown up girl, and so
turned on by pain.  You really love to be
tied up and tormented.  Your pussy is
dripping like a faucet.  You have to be
about the sickest little horndog I've
ever known."

Mary blushed bright red, even as her
distended breasts turned a deeper purple.
"If I'd known what a bad little nastygirl
you were, I'd have been playing sexgames
with you long before this.  But I can
still make up for lost time, can't I,
Mary slut?"

Mary nodded her head in certain
resignation that, from now on, she was
truly the owned plaything of her next
door neighbor's daughter.

Mary moaned loudly and nodded her head
again and again in lewd admission of her
subservience as her tormented breasts
began to really pain her.

"I'm going to lift one of those balloonie
boobies of yours up to your slut mouth
and you're going to suck on it for me,
Marykins."

Karen put her words into practice. and
Mary immediately began sucking her own
turgid nipple, thereby placing extra
strain on the bungee cord that was so
tightly knotted around the base of her
swollen breast.  The submissive woman
really didn't notice the extra pain, so
busy was she at the salacious task of
sucking her own turgid nipple into her
hungry mouth as Karen looked on
approvingly.

"Now the other one, Mary," said Karen as
she allowed the one breast to fall back
and grabbed the other, pressing it firmly
against Mary's lips.

Mary complied immediately.

"Mary, you're not sucking on that nipnip
of yours nearly hard enough to suit me.
Where's my paddle?"

Mary, hearing Karen threaten her with the
paddle, redoubled her nipple sucking, but
to no avail.  She cried out and pleaded
not to be subjected to Karen's wooden
paddle, but Karen left her on the couch
and almost immediately returned with the
instrument of torment in her hand and a
gleeful smile on her face.  Mary tried to
pull against the bungee cords that had
her trapped against the couch, but she
could not free herself.

Karen was in a mood to hear some
squealing from the older woman, and
nothing was going to get in her way that
evening.

"OK, Mary.  Spit out that nipple.  I
don't want you to get hit in the face by
this paddle when I start swinging."
Mary reluctantly did as she was told.
"Now, Mary," Karen said in her sweetest,
sexiest voice.  "You know you want to
make me happy, don't you, girl."

Mary shuddered.

"Yes, Karen."

"Well, it would make me very happy if my
little Mary would ask me pretty please to
swat her ballonie boobies for her with
this paddle until she squealed just like
a little piggyslut."

Karen punctuated her words by lancing two
of her fingers in and out of her
neighbor's drippy slit.

"You know you want it, don't you,
nastygirl."

Mary shook her head 'no,' but her oozing
quim told Karen the truth for her.

"Come on, Babygirl.  Ask me nice.  Ask
Karen to swat your bad old udders for
you."

Mary fought to hold back the words, but
her craving for erotic attention won out.

"Please, Karen.  Please swat my udders
with your paddle for me.  Please."

Karen smiled her sweetest smile.

"That's my good little Mary slut."

"I'm back!" Karen cheered as she swung
the paddle away from Mary's constricted
breasts, then brought it around with a
solid SMACK.

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Mary
almost passed out from the intense
suffering caused by Karen's viscous
paddleswat, but somehow kept enough
control of herself to remain conscious.

SMACK.

Karen struck the other tender breast a
truly malicious blow with the sharp edge
of the little wooden paddle.

Mary, unable to hold back the high
pitched squeal of agony that escaped her
lips, fell back against the couch and
writhed around, screaming her lungs out.
Mary wriggled around on the couch,
totally absorbed in her agony, until
Karen touched her up a little with the
paddle.  Then the forlorn neighbor
slumped against her restraints.

"You know you can't cover yourself with
your arms the way you're tied, Mary.  But
I know you want to keep me from swatting
you any more."

Mary's whole body trembled in fear and
pain.

SMACK, SMACK.

Mary jerked her knees up to try to
protect her breasts, wracked by the
sheerest pain she had ever felt.  She
screamed hoarsely into her own ankles as
the paroxysm of agony washed over her.
Seeing how Mary was covering herself,
Karen began to yell.

"Straighten up right this minute you big
babyslut.  Right this minute, do you hear
me."

Mary reluctantly straightened up slowly.
She didn't want any more of Karen's
paddle.  But the young girl's yelling
scared the wits out of her.

Karen reached out her hand and softly
petted Mary's abused breast.

"Do you still like being tied up, Mary.
Well, do you?"

Mary cried big tears of pain and
humiliation. Karen fondled and stroked.

"Well, Mary.  Do you still like being
tied?"

"Yes,  Karen," Mary sobbed.  "I love
being tied up by you so much.  I need
you.  Please don't ever let me go."

"That's my good little Babygirl," Karen
said quietly as she ran her long fingers
comfortingly through her weeping
neighbor's hair.

"You know you want it, don't you
babyslut."

"Yes,  Karen.  I know I want it."

Mary shuddered all over her body, but
finally nodded her head `yes.'

Karen's insistent fingers had found her
neighbor's drooling slit once again, and
it was now very, very wet.

Mary was ashamed that Karen could feel
how wet the breast torment was making
her.  But there was no denying that it
was.

Now the flow of blood was almost
completely cut off from Mary's breasts as
the tight, constricting bungee cords bit
terribly into her tender breast flesh.

Karen was in a paroxysm of erotic lust,
tormenting this adult woman the way she
was.

Mary's moans and little squeals grew ever
louder and more high pitched as she
rocked back and forth in front of her
tormentor.  She sounded more and more
just like a small, scared, trapped animal
that knew its time was short.

Karen moved her fingers all around inside
Mary's spasming vagina and they were
immediately soaked in hot cyprienne fluid
secretions.

Karen reached her head over to Mary's ear
and began whispering her demonic litany.

"Pleasure and pain, Mary.  Pleasure and
pain.  That's how this works, Babygirl.
I won't let you have one without the
other.  You know it's true, Mary.  If you
want to experience the pleasure, you must
surrender to the pain I inflict on you."

Then, as Mary was really starting to get
off on the probing fingers inside her,
Karen took up the paddle again and
administered two more stinging blows to
Mary's throbbing breasts.

SPLAT, SPLAT.

The tormented neighbor squalled like a
baby and fell back against the couch,
nearly unconscious.

Karen squeezed each breast until Mary
began to screech out like a stuck pig as
the pure hellish agony took possession of
her body and mind, and she fell to
writhing and wriggling in a combination
of pain and ecstasy.  Her bladder control
let go and a dribble of golden nectar
escaped to drip down her leg.

Mary rocked back and forth all scrunched
up into a naked pain racked ball on the
couch.  She made incoherent little
mewling noises deep in her throat and
drooled out of the corner of her mouth.
Karen put the paddle down and began
slapping her neighbor's turgid breasts.

Mary tried instinctively to roll away
from Karen's stinging hands, but that
only made Karen more frustrated and her
slaps harder.

Mary screeched and screeched, far beyond
any coherent thought.  Karen had driven
the older woman almost mad.  She had
finally regressed to the primal level of
her being in reaction to the pain.  Karen
watched Mary lose it big time as she
continued to slap her big purple breasts.
Mary was definitely fading from
consciousness when  Karen finally stopped
spanking her and reached over and
unhooked the tight and tormenting bungee
cords.

Suddenly the blood flow that had been so
thoroughly restricted from Mary's breasts
was now released with predictable
results.

Mary went screaming over the edge of
consciousness and passed out completely.
And Karen just kept exploring her
unconscious captive's body with her
hands.  As Mary finally drifted back to
consciousness, Karen let her mind wander
to scenes of Mary tied, being tormented
by her.  As she stroked her victim into a
blazing orgasm, Karen whispered all of
her fantasies into Mary's ear.

And for all her pain and suffering, Mary didn't
argue with her new girl owner one little
bit.  Not one bit.  And later that night,
when Karen finally allowed Mary to take
her well deserved reward, Mary had almost
completely forgotten the pain.  Almost.

But the little bungee cord that Karen had
left tying her wrists reminded her.  And
she shuddered even as she tasted her new
mistress for the very first time.  And as
she came, Karen wondered just how Mary
was going to help her when it came time
to tie her mother.

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