Rope Slut SeXStoRY

This is the start of a story about a woman who is VERY curious about being a sub. Please let me know if you want further chapters and I'll put more work to it. This story is under my copyright and may NOT be published on any other website without my written permission. Enjoy. Suddenly her nipples poked into the thin silk of her blouse like blunt pebbles. Had Marion really asked her that? She was fortunate to be looking at the cupboard, reaching for some spices, so Marion was not able to notice her reaction, the baffled look on her face. “Sorry. What did you say?” Busying herself with the foods Andrea tried to buy time before she had to confront Marion face to face. “These ropes you said your husband bought for his sailboat. Did you consider them as sexy? As toys for your sex games?” Her new neighbor sounded absolutely at ease, as if it would be the most common thing in the world to ask somebody you only knew for a few hours about her sex life. “No. Should I?” Big lie. Andrea was desperate to give nothing away. “Oh, come on. You‘re telling me your husband buys ropes all the time and you two never ever played around with them? Never even thought or talked about it?” Andrea heard the laugh in her voice. A clicking sound and the smell of Marions cigarette filled the room. Andrea liked that, too. She began to think that she probably liked a few things to many about her new neighbor. “Never ever.” No lie. Finally she found the courage to turn around. “You know, we like our fun nice and simple.” Did her nipples still betray her? Or the flush of her face? Or her smell... Marion sat at her kitchen table, one hand holding her cigarette, the other toying with a thick coil of rope, pushing it back and forth a little, sometimes petting the smooth surface. She looked completely relaxed, her long legs stretched out beneath the table. “There‘s nothing not nice and simple about bondage games. Think about it.” Think about it! Andrea thought about it well enough. With a sigh of relief she closed the door behind Marion, who was finally leaving. She fought the desire to grab her tits or to slip a hand under her skirt. God, she was wet. The bitch! How could this woman, who only moved in a few days ago and paid her first afternoon visit, come over, talk for an hour or so and then grab her most secret desire by the throat and shake it. Yes, Andrea thought about ropes as sexy. Very, very sexy, among other even nastier things. And no, she had never talked to Steve about it. He was such a nice guy. Very straightforward, honest and true. Thinking about work and boats more than was good for him. Or her. But he was a good husband, one out of a thousand. Andrea was sure she would give him the shock of his life, if she would confess her dirty dreams to him. She was keeping them for herself for over ten years now and even since her fantasys grew more and more urgent, she kept her mouth shut. She loved Steve, she loved the live he gave her, the comfort, caring, fun. Everything was perfect. Except the one thing. And now this woman. Who looked so sexy that Andrea hadn‘t been able to keep her eyes away from the flow of her long wavy hair. Or from her very large breasts, which weren‘t to be ignored. As if this wasn‘t enough, over her round, very womanly hips and ass, Marion had the narrowest waist Andrea had ever seen on a woman. Ever. She asked herself if it was really only envy that still kept her thinking about that body. Or was it desire? Well, now she was surely drifting away. That had really never been one of her options. For sure. “Do you think these ropes are sexy?” “What?” Steves blank look told novels. Andrea decided to push it just a little bit more. Marion had left hours ago, but she hadn‘t been able to stop her cunt steaming. Just one more try. “The ropes. I don‘t mean when you use them on the boat. I‘m thinking about, well...games.“ She leaned back against the kitchen sink, spread her legs just a little, pushed her breasts out just so. “What the hell are you talking about?” He looked at her with suspicion, trying to determine if she tried to take him on, pretending to understand it as a joke. Andrea laughed, abandoned her pose. “Oh, it‘s just that Marion our new neighbor came over this afternoon for coffee and she asked me about it. She sure is more than a little strange.” “Your‘re telling me she asked somebody she knew for an hour or so if it‘s turning her on when she‘s tied up? Well, she‘s not in line with the other ducks here. It‘s a shame, she looked nice enough to me from a distance.” “Never judge a book by its long, long legs, Steve.” Andrea chucked his chin and sat down to eat. Shit, shit, shit! “Did you ask him about it?” “About what?” Andrea looked up from the cup of coffee she was just blowin into to cool everything down. The heat in her chest suggested that she already knew what Marion was talking about. “You know what I mean. Ropes and stuff.” She had such a mischieveous twinkle in her dark eyes. The corner of her mouth twitched just a little bit upwards, producing the tiniest wrinkles. Just so sexy. “Why do you think I should? I told you, we never do such stuff.” She tried to put as much rightousness into her voice as she could muster. Even in her own eyes it wasn‘t much. She had real problems defending herself against Marions intruding questions. She was so open and direct, completely at ease with herself, asking intimate questions. She was oozing self-confidence, sitting in Andreas kitchen, cool and elegant. And sexy. Andrea seemed unable to put that out of her mind, since Marion walked in half an hour ago. She herself felt a little drab, wearing only old jeans and a t-shirt, suitable for the gardening she had intended to do, when Marion appeared unanounced, looking like she was planning to attend a business meeting or a formal evening out. Well, her skirt was alittle bit too tight around her full hips and a little too short on her long, tight thighs, but otherwise... The jacket accentuated her very narrow waist and as an unavoidable consequence, her full breasts, which stood out large and proud. Andrea wondered what kind of bra she was wearing, to get these heavy tits so high and pointy. And she told herself not to think too much about that topic. Because it got her hot again. “I was sure you were attracted by the idea. Quite sure.” Her gaze wandered down to Andreas nipples, which were very visible through the white shirt and right now were sticking out like bullets. Andrea scowled inwardly at the little treachers. Marion really had the ability to irritate her thoughts and senses. She would never have thought that possible from another woman. On the other side, Marion did behave so macho, so much more like a man than Steve did most of the time, that perhaps it was this pushing and mocking that got to her. Andrea had to muster all her strenght to meet Marions gaze when it reached her own eyes again and keep her defenses up. She was very close to admitting her secret fantasies to this virtual stranger, whom she had only known for a week. “Not really. You know, it‘s strange, so perhaps it sounds exiting, but when you really think about it... I mean it‘s nothing one would really need, like a nice cock or something.” Did she only imaginge it or did Marions eyes ask if one would really need one. Mockingly. Seeing right through her. But like the afternoon before, she let the topic slide after the short interlude and the next half our, the two women talked about other things. ”I‘ve really got to go now. Thanks for the coffee. Maybe you‘d like to come over to my place for a change.” Marions body stretched deliciously when she raised herself from the kitchen chair. Andrea was unable to take her eyes off her body. “I don‘t know. I‘ve always got a lot to do around here.” Not wanting to sound unfriendly, she added “But I‘ll try. Would be a chance to see something else for a change, wouldn‘t it?” As she was brushing an unruly strand of here wavy blond hair out of her face, Marion leaned a little bit closer. “Definitely. And if you want to try something more different, I‘ll be always happy to help you out. Bye, honey.” And with this she strode down the path to the street, leaving Andrea openmouthed and with a parting view of her lightly swinging round ass. What a come-on. As with every good presentation, it‘s always the parting remark, that sticks with you. And how it stuck. Over the next few days, Andrea was unable to think about anything else. And she felt her defenses weaken. She became aroused more and more, imagining Marion sitting in her house like the proverbial spider in her net, waiting for her prey. She did not visualise any certain deeds. Just the thought of this woman, of her macho presence, wrapped in coolness, elegance and her absolutely divine body, made Andrea shudder, made her nipples stick out even through her sturdiest bra and her cunt wetting her panties. She didn‘t talk to Steve about it. She was sure he wouldn‘t understand. Nor approve. How could she be attracted to a woman? He never would get it. Especially since he hadn‘t met her yet eye to eye. Or balls to tits. Thank goodness. Marion hadn‘t appeared since her fatal parting sentence. She had done her part, had delivered her show, intoxicated Andreas mind, left her simmering. Andrea had the impression, that Marion was very sure that dinner would be ready soon. How could that be? Did she know it herself? She was swaying between disgust about her thoughts, about something she had accounted for in the wrong-department for all her life and her attraction to that woman, her curiosity for bondage and dominance, her lust. The decision arrived when she found herself awake in bed late at night with Steve snoring at her side. When she couldn‘t stop thinking about Marion and what she most probably wanted to do to her. One couldn‘t be sure, still, could one? She was cheating herself and she knew it. As her thoughts went on to more and more graphic fantasies, she caught herself fingering her sopping cunt, her free hand teasing one of her nipples. Hard. Nipple and teasing. She tried to stop, but was unable to do so, imagining Marion towering over her own trussed up body, bending down slowly, teasingly, smiling that smile, showing her white, straight, big teeth through her full lips. She surrendered. When she came, Andrea imagined Marions finger in her cunt, heard her chiding her for being such a dirty, wet slut. Heard her promise punishments to come.Wanted to kiss that large, fleshy mouth. The next morning she knew what she was going to do. Surrender. The thought still made her shiver not only from lust, but from a lot of dread also. She was going to do something with a woman. No, not something. Sex. Kinky sex. Would she be able to stand it? Or would she chicken out before it got to far, totally embarrassing herself. Could she really do it? It still felt a little gross. A big little. On the other hand, she was so exited, she couldn‘t wait until Steve was on his way to work, had to restrain herself not to push him towards his car. He always worked late, so he could take it slow in the morning if he felt like it. Luckily this wasn‘t one of this days. Sometimes even he got a little kinky for his standards and wanted to have sex before he took off. Luckily this wasn‘t one of these days, too. Andrea wasn‘t sure, if she could do it with him this moment. She began to doubt her own sanity. Of course, she would, she told herself. But she knew what she really longed for. Coming up today. She controlled her steps, walking down to Marions house. She didn‘t want to arrive in a sweat, even if anything inside her pushed her to hurry. God, was she desperate. Disgusting. Would Marion be home this early? It was just noon and she was thinking about an excuse for her showing up so early in the day. Steve would work late again, but she wanted time. If she was going to indulge in her most secret fantasies, she didn‘t want to be hurried. Today she was done up precisely. Wearing the sexiest dress she could get through with in the middle of the day, long, flowing shirt easy to push up or reach under. Thin cotton that hugged her ass and hips, showed the texture of her bra that pushed her firm tits even more up, made them even more pointy. Taming her nipples a bit while walking the street. She even had braided her hair, so it wouldn‘t get in the way of any ropes that might come her way. She was ready and willing. And very eager. Could she have imagined everything? Could she have been so wrong? Now that she was sitting in Marions kitchen, eating her cake, sipping at her coffee nervously, Andrea was doubting herself. Marion had seemed to be happy to see her when she had opened her door. Had placed her in her kitchen and had prepared everything necessary for a long afternoon of coffe, cake and gossiping. And that was everything they had done until now. Marion was her confident self, but although Andrea was now in the net of the spider and, at least for herself, a perfectly willing victim, none of the come-ons she had expected had appeared, nothing had happened. She was beginning to feel disgusted with herself and told herself, okay, a wet dream is a wet dream, and the better for it. She prepared to go and just started to speak while standing up, when she caught sight of something half hidden behind a cupbord. Rope! Lots of precisely looped coils of rope, a whole stack of it! How could she have overlooked this? Her strenght wavered. Should she ask about it? It would be so embarrassing if... Marion chose this moment to turn around from the sink. “You have to go?” There seemed to be no regret in her voice, just her normal friendly coolness. “Well, yes. I mean, I don‘t know, really.” The last sentence just slipped out when Marion moved, revealing lots of naked long leg through a gap in her skirt by doing so. ”Can I help you decide in any way.” Now there was the mocking tone Andrea had waited for so long. She didn‘t need more help to get her mind together and jump. “You know what you asked me about all the time?” Her voice became raspy, something seemed to stick in her throat. ”About the... ropes and stuff?” “I remember it quite well. What about it?” Marion drew nearer, dangerously near. “Oh and the games?” Marion was standing directly in front of her, suffocating Andrea with her presence. “Yes?” The macho slowly shook of his cover. Andrea thought she could smell testosterone from this woman. “Like, I did think about it. Even before you...” Her voice caught, her whole body shook from excitement when she realized how near Marion had come. She had to restrain herself from lowering her face into these gorgeous, soft breasts right before her. She felt like she couldn‘t stand these eyes anymore, which seemed to pierce into her head. “Yes?” This voice. The spider was waiting, silk at the ready, to spin her prey into her net. “And you mentioned that you would probably help me, if I would... if I would like to try something... different?” “And what would that be?” Tease-Queen was pressing for it. Andrea knew that she would have to say it, that she would get nothing for free from Marion. It took her all her courage to finally say it. And once she had started, it all came out. “Getting tied up. Being teased... and slapped... and teased. And getting dominated. Humiliated a bit, perhaps? Made to do bad things. And fucked, please? From you, pretty please?” Everything she had imagined over the last days spilled out of Andrea. A warm feeling spread all over her, as she slipped into the little-girl-submissive-pain-fuck-slut role. She swallowed, stood up straight, sticking her tits out, offering herself. Which earned her the wolfish smile, she had longed for. “You know what, Andrea? I just love it when a prim and proper housewife begs for it that way. It gets my big, hungry pussy all wet, when a stuck-up wifey transforms into a redfaced slobbering slut, just because I planted some suggestions into her little brain. You worked yourself up quite nicely. And you were easy, too. Guess the ground was well prepared for my evil seed, wasn‘t it?” Andreas head began to swim even more than her pussy. Marion got the humiliation angle just right. A little bit too right perhaps. Andrea wasn‘t sure, if she would be able to stand this. The urge to sink to her knees was overwhelming. “And you were afraid that you wouldn‘t get what you came for, right? That‘s my little fun game. I knew what it was right away when you rang the bell so early. But...” The grin got even wider and her thick, wet tongue slipped out to lick her lips. ”...now that you‘ve asked properly, you will get what you need.” Andrea cried out helplessly, as Marion gripped one of her breasts tightly, compressed the base, lifted it up . She assessed it like she would do with some watch she prepared to buy. “I think, this belongs to me now, doesn‘t it? Like all the other goodies sticking to it? I am free to do with them as I please?” Andrea shook all over. She shook her head up and down frantically, unable to talk, feeling like she would swoon every moment. Marions one hand grabbed her breast even harder, hurting her now, while the other slapped her face lightly. “Well, I want to hear it!” “Yes.” “Yes what?” Slap again, harder this time. “It‘s all yours. Play with it, please.” “Adress me properly, slut.” “Take it all, Marion” Marion hesitated a moment, before slapping her even harder, never letting go of her breast, holding her up by it. “Now don‘t get uppity. I said properly. What I prefer to be called by my sluts is ‚Mrs. Coulter‘. But if something else, like ‚Mistress Coulter‘, pleases you better feel welcome to do so. Or perhaps ‚Mummy‘.” She laughed. “Since you seem to be so fascinated by my tits, that‘s perhaps it. We will find out, what gets your sloppy cunt really wet quite soon, won‘t we?” “Yes, Mumm... Mrs. Coulter... oh god, please, I don‘t know what I...” “Don‘t worry. Every decision that‘s too difficult for you, I will decide about. Like I said, we will soon find out.” She let go of Andreas breast and pushed her to her knees. “Get rid of that cheap dress and show me if my time was invested in something worthwhile.” Andrea obeyed immediately. While she drooled openmouthed, completely taken away by Marions powerful approach, she wondered about how perfectly right every single word of her new godess fit. Marion had left the kitchen in the direction of her spacious living room, while Andrea nearly ripped her clothes of her body. Andrea wondered why she left her alone, wondered if she should walk or crawl after her. Than she realized, that Marion had just offered her a way out. Now that she knew for sure what laid in front of her, she could easily have kept her clothes on and left through the back door. She definitely did not want to flee, but she appreciated the notion. Obviously she was still a human being to Marion. She dropped on all fours and followed her tormentor. “That‘s a very good girl. You obviously put a lot of thought into that for quite a while, didn‘t you?” Andrea loved the sight of Marion, sitting relaxed in an heavy armchair, her long legs crossed, her elegant hands just lighting a cigarette. “Yes, Mrs. Coulter.” “Does it get you hot, thinking about how to be a good slave?” The smoke of her cigarette twirled in the shafts of light that shone in through the gaps of the nearly closed shutters. “Don‘t answer, you wouldn‘t be here like that if you didn‘t. You are looking forward to this, hmm?” Her hand pointed to the low coffee table. A large pile of ropes covered its top, every variety from very thick to string thin, from smooth ones to very rough hemp ropes. Andrea swallowed hard. “Very much, Mrs. Coulter.” She crawled nearer, stopped when her nose nearly touched Marions raised foot. It moved up and down in lazy circles, as if mocking her, too. “Did I tell you that I love it when you beg, honey?” “Yes, Mrs. Coulter, please tie me up. Do it hard, please, I need it so much, Mrs. Coulter, please.” ”Ooooh, you‘re a really talented begger, do you know that? You don‘t only say it, you‘ve got the voice for it, too. It gets so raspy, like you really mean it.” Slowly she leaned forward and patted Andreas head. “And your eyes manage that doggy look very, very well. But...” She let herself fall back again and stretched her body hard. ”...what I like most are those big, pouty lips of yours. They look hot, they look like they feel gooood when they suck on something.” Andrea didn‘t know what to say. Luckily it hadn‘t been a question, so she felt save to stay mute. The urge to let hang out her tongue, drool and beg like a dog was nearly overwhelming though, but right now there was still a sense of decency inside the back of her mind that held her back. But she felt her defenses weaken even more as a cool breeze reached her itching pussy and made her realise just how wet she was. It felt so sexy to be on her knees and sticking her ass out. She knew how visible her pussy and her asshole were that way and she wanted to turn around, to show it to Marion, Mrs. Coulter, and hope for the best. But she didn‘t dare, right now. “What else do you think about when you stroke your horny cunt at night? How do you beg, when you really can‘t stand it anymore? What will you do to soften me up, hmmm?” “I could... I would like to... to kiss your feet, Mrs. Coulter. If I may, Mrs. Coulter.” “What a nice thought. And I might even like it, if you do it good. With passion. But not now.” Before Andrea realized what was happening, Marion had stood up in one swift move and now stood behind her, reaching for some rope. “But first we have to take care of some basic needs, I think. You might have begged nice enough to earn yourself one long piece of rope. And I think your arms will get it.” She turned to face Andreas back, uncoiling a strong piece of smooth rope. “My, you‘ve got pouty lips everywhere. What a lovely full cunt, I love having lots to play with in that department. It looks very exited, too, doesn‘t it?” “Yes, Mrs. Coulter, it‘s very wet.” She felt Marion move behind her, hoped for the first touch. “But first things first. Lift yourself up but stay on your knees. Thats good, now arms behind your back.” Marions breath on her exposed neck made Andrea shudder lustily. The now darker voice went on low, right behind her ear. Very near. “And I think I don‘t have to start with something too light and easy, do I? No, I thought so. We‘ll do it right from the start. Make your little titties stick way out. Cross your arms behind your back, come on now, a little bit faster. Good, grab your elbows tight, pull them in. You‘ve tried that at home.”