Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2004 19:23:09 +0000
From: Nicola Atkins <sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com>
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!

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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!