“Toni, it’s so great to see you!” My old friend Jane rushed up and hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe. “It’s been what, ten years?”
“Twelve, I think.”
Jane was one of my oldest friends. We met at university as bewildered first-year students, and we bonded for survival. In our second year, we became roommates, then more than roommates. Neither of us had ever been with a woman, other than silly kissing as teenage girls.
But during that second year, our attraction became apparent, then irresistible. We discovered the passion that two women can share. We were desperately in love.
Then toward the end of the year, we suffered the fate of squabbling so much that we couldn’t stand each other. I think we were too much alike to live together.
We moved apart after that. Fortunately, we patched up our friendship, and we’ve been best friends ever since, with occasional benefits. After we graduated, we lived in the same city for a while, then I moved away for a job.
We kept in touch by emails and birthday phone calls, but we hadn’t seen each other for a while. I had just moved back for a job change, and I had dropped in to see Jane at her place once I had moved into mine.
“We have so much to catch up on,” Jane said.
“Yes, we do.”
“Are you hungry?” It was 7:00 in the evening.
“Starving, actually. I haven’t done food shopping yet. I just moved in.”
“Let’s go out.” We went out for dinner and a bottle of wine.
We gabbed for a couple of hours, filling each other in on the details that were too much for the phone calls. We had both had several encounters with women over the years, some casual, some a bit serious. But nothing compared to the depth that we had together that first time.
I told Jane that I liked being a dom. My first such occasion was on a first date with an older woman who, when we got to her place, dropped to her knees, bowed her head and said, “Use me for your pleasure.”
“I was taken aback,” I told Jane. “I had heard of dom/sub but had no clue what to do. I improvised, making her crawl to me and lick my pussy, but didn’t know what else to do.”
“Haha, well that was good.”
“Have you ever been a dom or a sub?” I asked her.
“Once or twice, but it’s not my thing. Not that I judge.” After a pause, Jane said, “I’m a member of a private club for women only. They have parties, usually at this one woman’s house. It’s by invitation only, but I’ve been a member for a long time, so I am allowed to invite new guests.”
“Oh? And what kind of parties are these?”
“Oh, I see! What goes on there?”
“Pretty much anything that you can imagine. There’s no hard-core BDSM, but there is some light dom/sub.”
Jane looked at me and asked, “Are you interested in going to our next party?”
“Ohhh. Wow. Um, I don’t know. I’ve never done a group thing.”
“Well, you don’t have to, but they are massively fun. There is an initiation for first-timers, of course.”
The word “initiation” triggered a mixture of anxiety and fascination. “Oh. Can I think about it?”
“Of course. The next one is, let’s see…” She checked her calendar on her phone, “the fifteenth of next month, so there’s time to let me know.”
“Sure.” My mind reeled. The party sounded like fun, but I wasn’t sure what I’d be getting into.
We talked for a bit more, then headed back to Jane’s place. Once inside, we were standing inside the door. She held my shoulders and gazed at me, asking, “Do you have to go home tonight?”
The good memories of our first year together came flooding back, and I replied, “No, no reason to do that.”
She pulled me to her and kissed me softly, and I melted into her. My love for Jane and her sensuousness ignited my passion, and I kissed her back madly.
We kissed and groped for a minute, and then Jane said, “Oh, Toni, I want you so much. Come to bed.” She led me by the hand into her bedroom, almost running.
Once there, she quickly unzipped my dress and whipped it down my legs to my feet. I jumped out of it and kicked it away. I was now in my knickers only, not having worn a bra.
“Oh, Toni, you are as gorgeous and sexy as ever!” Jane said. “I want to eat you all up.”
“You won’t have me resisting you, Jane.”
Jane then stripped completely in a flash. She was in no mood to ease into lovemaking, and neither was I. I gazed upon her naked body and said, “Mmmm, you are as delicious as ever.”
She then threw me onto the bed and launched herself onto me. We kissed furiously again, this time with her warm body plastered on mine. Her lovely firm B-cups pressed into my tiny 32AA boobs. My big nipples hardened.
She pulled up and looked at my boobs. “Mmmm, I thought I felt something. I’ve always loved your huge nipples. I need to suck them.” She moved down and planted her lips on one and sucked hard. My nipple surged to full size in her mouth.
Her stomach was now pressed onto my pussy, and when she licked my nipple, I pushed my pussy up into her, moaning. In response, istanbul travesti she slid her stomach up and down, rubbing it over my knickers, which were getting wet now.
Her tongue licked one nipple, then jumped over to the other and lashed it hard and fast. I gasped and wrapped my arms around her back and humped her stomach.
She pulled up again, looked down, and said, “Well somebody down there seems to want attention. I’d better not keep her waiting.” She slid down and rubbed her face on my wet knickers, then licked my slit while pressing her nose on my clit.
“Mmmm, as tasty as ever,” she said, as she lapped my pussy. “I need more of your delicious juice.” She pulled off and grabbed the waistband of my knickers and slid them down my legs and ceremoniously flung them across the room.
“Ohhh, Toni, I have always loved your full pussy lips,” she said, as she dived onto them and sucked and licked them. I moaned softly, then louder, as she stabbed her tongue deep into my pussy. My pussy flowed. Usually, I didn’t heat up this quickly, but I had been feeling so hot for Jane during dinner.
She then sucked my clit, and I gasped. When she licked it hard and fast, I screamed, “Oh Jane, fuck yes!” She flicked it and rubbed it and lapped it hard, and I was constantly screaming. After a minute, I came hard with a mighty roar, which I later imagined was heard by all the neighbours.
Jane then lifted herself up, raised my left leg and slid her right leg under it. She grabbed my hips and pulled me hard while scooting into me. Our pussies were touching, my juice dripping onto hers. She lifted my hips and pulled hard again, mashing our pussies in the scissor position.
“Ahhh, Toni, I’ve been so horny for you from the moment you walked into my place tonight. I’m going to fuck you madly.” And wow, did she. She humped my pussy with hers, hard and fast. My juice provided ample lubrication until hers started merging with mine.
Jane was moaning now with me. I was lying there passively, my body shaking under her mad humping. My pussy and clit were pounded by hers, and I was going to cum soon. “Oh yes, Jane, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
She replied in staccato fashion, one word per thrust, “Oh. Yes. I. Am. Fucking. You. So. Hard.”
She kept up her furious pace. I came hard again, screaming, “Oh fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She followed with a massive scream of her own.
We thrashed hard for half a minute before she slowed and stopped. She held there for a minute, as our dripping pussies pulsed into each other. Finally, she collapsed next to me. I held out my arms and pulled her onto me. We drifted off to sleep, close together.
I woke early the next morning with the sun shining through Jane’s bedroom window. I could smell the sweet scent of her warm body and hear her steady breathing. She looked so beautiful lying there naked that I could not resist stroking her hair.
She began to stir. I kissed her forehead, then her nose and her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth, and I slid my tongue inside. Slowly, she woke and looked at me.
As I moved my kisses to her neck, she smiled. I kissed her chest and down to her soft breasts and nipples. My lips encircled a nipple, and I sucked it gently while brushing it with my tongue. Her hand rested on the back of my head, and she moaned.
My mouth continued to tease her breasts as my hand slid over her tummy to her mound and onto her lips. I slid two fingers down either side of her clit, pressing them together then pushing her lips apart, slipping two fingers inside her and massaging her G spot.
I then brought my head down, so my mouth covered her clit, and I sucked and licked. I could feel her orgasm start to build, as Jane’s body jerked, and her breathing became much heavier. She moaned, “Oh, Toni.”
At this, I pushed Jane onto her front, slapped her ass twice and pulled her legs apart. With three fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, I pushed my face into her crack, working her cheeks open and began to rim her.
The smell and taste sent me wild, my tongue probing her sweet little rosebud. I rubbed my clit, and we shared a most wonderful orgasm.
Now it was time for me to get ready to go. I turned Jane onto her back and kissed her passionately before getting up. Pulling on my clothes, with a whisper of goodbye, I left her there and made my way home.
I was soon at my new place, staring at the pile of boxes that hadn’t been unpacked yet. Ugh. I stuck into it, and a mere three days later, I had a habitable unit. I even bought food.
Off and on, I pondered Jane’s invitation. It sounded exciting, but I have always been wary of the unknown. I like to be in control, and she had mentioned an initiation. What was that all about? Loss of control. Eek.
One evening, I called Jane. “Hey, Toni!” she exclaimed. “How’s it going?”
“Hi, Jane. Well, I’m ninety-five per cent unpacked, so I guess I’m back in civilisation.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“Yeah.” I paused. “Um, I’ve been thinking about the party.”
“I istanbul travestileri can pick you up, and we can go together.”
“Um, I’m not sure.” I paused again. “About this initiation, what does it involve?”
“Well, I can’t tell you what it is. All I’m allowed to say is that there is no pain, no humiliation and no body fluids, other than pussy juice of course.”
“Will I be controlled?”
She giggled and said, “Of course!”
“Oh. Wow. You know that I like to be in control, and if I can’t be, I have to think about it.”
“Oh, look, we’ve all been through it, and I can assure you that you will be glad you did. It’s nothing horrible, I assure you.”
“Absolutely. So you’ll come?”
“Please come, I promise you’ll love it.”
She told me that she would pick me up at 7:00 on the fifteenth. She told me to dress “classy skimpy”. I must have tried on everything I had that was nice. I decided on a classic black skirt with a black, scoop-neck top that just covered my tiny boobs. But the fabric of the top was sheer and almost transparent, so anyone could see my little boobs.
As the party day approached, I got more and more nervous. I didn’t like being controlled, but if this was the entrance price to the club, I was willing to pay it, barely.
Finally, the fifteenth arrived, and I was a nervous wreck all day, but wet with excitement, too. As 7:00 approached, time slowed down to an agonising snail’s pace. When the intercom rang, I jumped. I wasn’t used to it yet. I hopped up and hit the button to talk to Jane.
“Hi, Jane. Want to come up?”
“No, we should head out, so we’re not late. You are the guest of honour, after all.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll be down in five.” Guest of honour, what did that mean? It must have to do with the initiation. I went to the bathroom to check my makeup, took several deep breaths and walked downstairs to the entrance of the unit block.
“Wow, you look stunning!” Jane commented. “You’ll be the hit of the party right off.”
“Aw thanks, Jane. Let’s go. I’m jittery, and I don’t want to back out now.”
“Righto. Let’s go.”
Jane drove for a long time, leaving the city and following a country road. Eventually, she turned into a driveway, and through a massive gate. A curving driveway led to an opening, and before me was a grand mansion.
“Wow, this is so glamorous!” I said.
“Yes, the founding member of the club lives here, and most events are held here. She has several special-purpose rooms.”
I didn’t dare ask what the rooms were. My heart pounded as my impending fate was approaching. Five cars were already in the expansive driveway. Jane parked, and we got out and walked up to the massive entry door. Jane rang the bell.
“Jane! So great to see you, as always. Oh, and what a delicious treat you have brought for us.” They hugged closely.
“Melinda, this is Toni, a very dear friend of mine.”
Melinda was a stunning woman in her fifties, I’d guess, but very well kept. Her long hair covered her large but firm breasts, which had the tiniest top covering her nipples but not much else.
“Well, any dear friend of Jane’s is very welcome here. Come in, Toni.”
I was overwhelmed by the grandness of the house and the confident demeanour of Melinda. “Um, thank you,” I finally managed.
“Aw, isn’t she sweet?” Melinda said to Jane. “Well, Jane, you know the procedure,” Melinda said, as she strode off toward the back.
Jane took my hand and led me toward the back, then turned into a side room. She opened the door, and we walked in. Ten women had been having conversations, but they all stopped talking at once and stared at me. I was blushing from the unspoken attention.
“Oh, Jane, she’s gorgeous!” one woman said.
“Fabulous,” another offered.
They all lavished compliments on me, and I was getting flushed with embarrassment but also excited.
“Now, ladies, settle down. This is Toni, my oldest, well, that is, my longest-standing friend from uni. She’s a little nervous, as you can imagine. Remember your first times.”
“Come introduce yourselves one at a time and don’t scare her off.”
To me, Jane whispered, “We are all very friendly, don’t be shy. About half of the women are here. When they all arrive, it starts.”
I assumed she meant the initiation, and my heart started pounding in anticipation. Each woman came up, as Jane had instructed, and introduced herself. My mind was spinning, in no shape to remember names, but I tried to say something to each one.
Everyone was so nice. I surmised that they all knew what the initiation was and that they had all undergone it. If I hadn’t known about the rite, I never would have suspected from their manner that this was anything other than a typical party.
More women drifted in during the next few minutes. A couple came in with their arms around each other, a woman around fifty and another maybe thirty. These two looked like mother and daughter, travesti istanbul and something about them sparked interest in me.
They came up to me and the younger one introduced them, Tanya the older and Mindy the younger. “Mother and daughter?” I asked because they looked like they could be. The young one giggled and said, “No, but we get that a lot.”
One more couple came in, and Jane said, “Wonderful, we are all here.” She had the newcomers introduce themselves, then said, “It begins.”
Two women each took one of my hands and walked me into a grand bathroom. “Use the toilet if you need to,” one commanded roughly. I started to unzip my skirt but stopped when they didn’t turn their heads. “Keep going,” she insisted.
I had never had an audience for peeing, and it wasn’t easy to start, but I emptied a bit, and then wiped.
“Now, the bidet. You must be clean.”
I looked at it, but I had never seen one, and I didn’t know how to use it.
The other woman sighed, and more gently, said, “Okay, my lovely, I’ll tell you what to do.” She instructed me, and I had my pussy rinsed off. She handed me a towel to dry off.
I stood up and started to zip up my skirt. The rough woman said, “No, we need you naked now. Hand me your clothes as you strip.”
My mind said, “Oh, it’s started now.” My excitement began to override my fear, and I took off my clothes and handed them over to her as instructed. She carefully hung up my top and skirt and folded everything else.
When I was naked, the gentle woman said, “I see you shave. That’s great, except for your landing strip, which has to come off. Step over into the shower.”
I did as I was told. The rough woman handed a cordless shaver/trimmer to the gentle one, who sat on a bench in the shower. “Step over here.” I did.
She used the trimmer to remove my landing strip, then the shaver side to make my pussy completely bald. “Very nice. The ladies will be pleased.” Not knowing what was in store for me was stirring up my anxiety and also my passion.
“Step out now,” the rough woman commanded, so I did. “Face the door.” Again, I complied. A blindfold was placed over my eyes. Oh, loss of control. My anxiety flared, but I remained still. The soft blindfold was quickly tied.
The gentle woman, I think, started leading me forward. I heard the door open, and I was led for some distance, turning a few times. She said, “Now there are some steps down. Be careful. Step with tiny steps until you can feel the first one.”
The rough woman grabbed my arm and supported me firmly. At least she wasn’t going to let me fall. They slowly guided me down what felt like marble steps. “Last step now,” the gentle woman said. I stepped onto the level, and we proceeded down what I guessed was a hallway.
We were nearing a room with voices and turned into it. The women got quiet. “Two more small steps, then turn around,” the gentle woman said.
“Okay, now we are going to lift you. Just relax and let yourself be in our hands. We have done this many times before.” I trusted the gentle woman. My body was lifted and placed onto what seemed to be a padded table, with my bottom on the edge.
“Lie back now,” the gentle woman said. I did, and a soft pillow was placed under my head. “Raise your arms over your head,” she whispered. I did, and I felt hands take my wrists and put softly padded cuffs around them.
“Scoot your bottom back a few centimetres,” the rough woman barked. I did that, and it felt more comfortable. “Lift it now. Higher.” A thick towel was placed under it. “Down.” My arms were then stretched up and out along the table, with a little slack.
Cuffs were then attached to my ankles, and my legs were lifted toward the ceiling and then held there, spread wide, presumably with ropes attached to the cuffs.
I had never felt so vulnerable. My body was naked and exposed. My pussy was open for anyone to do anything. I guessed that was the point. My dom nature hated this, but my body was glowing with excitement. I could feel my nipples harden, and my pussy start to moisten.
“Let the rite begin!” I heard Melinda’s voice cry. I hadn’t seen her since I had come into the house, but she obviously controlled the proceedings.
My blindfold was removed by the gentle woman. I looked around and saw naked bodies of all shapes and sizes, all of them fit and attractive. Jane smiled at me from nearby.
Tanya and Mindy came up to me and started touching me, lightly running their fingers all over, but avoiding my little breasts and my pussy. This felt so nice, and my anxiety turned down a notch.
I gazed at their breasts and admired them. Tanya’s were large but still very firm. Mindy’s were like mine – tiny but with huge nipples that looked very erect. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but of course, my hands were tied.
Tanya’s hands wandered close to my breasts and then found them, playing around my nipples but not touching them. I hissed a little, and she smiled. Meanwhile, Mindy’s hands were running up and down my legs, getting closer to my pussy each time.
I started moaning softly. “First moan. One minute, seventeen seconds, seventy-five decibels,” I heard Melinda call out. I turned my head to her and saw another woman write the time down on a portable whiteboard. Wow, they keep statistics!