When I arrived at Lavender Rose Bar down in the Chelsea
section of Manhattan, it was already packed solid.
After work, I’d eaten dinner, showered, and rested
before hitting the bar scene.
The Lavender Rose is a small Lesbian Bar that had
outgrown its small space. Fridays the place was
packed, with all sorts of women. Everything from
femmes to butch dykes in black leather. One regular
patron was there, with her girlfriend on a leash.
Luckily, the woman I was standing next to was in the
process of ordering a drink, so I was able to order one
at the same time. I looked at myself in the bar’s
mirror. My name is Jackie, I’m five inch six in heels,
a brunette, and I like nice clothes.
And I’m also a bi-sexual, though not in any
relationship at the moment. My last boyfriend had
moved back to Portland without me, so I was again on
the prowl.
In the mirror I saw the image of my boss, Regina,
seated alone in a booth. On the table sat her purse,
and just one glass in front of her. She was alone.
I turned and walked towards her, seating myself in
front of her.
“Hi, Regina.”
“Hi, Jackie – you look very nice tonight.”
“Thank you. Here alone?” I asked.
“Only until you came in,” she answered.
I hadn’t known that Regina was a dyke until the day I
saw her coming out of a S&M sex shop with one of her
girlfriends. After that, I’d run into her at the
oddest places: bookstores, bars, museums, and movie
theaters. Manhattan is such a small place, really.
“Doing anything this evening?” I asked.
“My, you’re awfully direct tonight,” Regina answered,
“no.”
“I’m not doing anything either. Interested?” I
enquired.
“Sure,” Regina replied, “I live within walking distance
– want to come to my place?”
“Why not?” I answered, finishing off my drink.
* * *
Regina was lucky to have a large, rent controlled
apartment all by herself. She had a foyer, living
room, dinette, and two bedrooms. One had been
converted to an office, and the other was nicely
furnished. We sat on the bed drinking glasses of wine,
when her hand reached down my blouse and began to
fondle my breasts.
“Want to?” asked my hostess.
“Mmmmm,” I answered.
We placed our glasses on the night table, then lay down
together on the bed. I held Regina close to me, and
inhaled her scent. Opium, and Regina combined was a
heady mix indeed!
“I’ve want to get my hands on you ever since you were
hired,” said Regina, as she nipped at my right ear.
“If I’d have known about you earlier, we might have,” I
answered.
Regina was unbuttoning my blouse, teasing me along.
“Want to get naked?” Regina asked.
“Can’t wait.”
Talk about coincidence! Both of us were wearing
exactly the same kind of undies from Victoria’s
Secret. I liked to be a femme – and so did Regina.
We lay together on the bed, kissing and fondling the
other. Both of us were eager to make love, and Regina
was an accomplished lover. Her lips ranged over my
breasts and finally my wet slit. She drove me to one
orgasm after another, as I moaned under her attentions.
I quickly returned the compliment, placing my tongue
into her hot wet woman flesh, and sucking her clit,
making her come time after time.
We lay together, Regina massaging my breasts, tracing
the sweat on my naked skin.
“What did you buy at that sex shop?” I asked.
“What sex shop?”
“The S&M one on 14th I saw you walking out of last
June, with that tall blonde,” I answered.
“So that was you,” Regina replied.
“What did you buy?” I asked again, nosy.
“Just some toys, that’s all.”
“Show me, please?”
“Well, if you want.”
Regina got up off the bed, and opened the bottom drawer
of her dresser. Next to folded bras and panties were
her “toys.” She then placed a few gags, a collar,
handcuffs, and a paddle and crop on the bed.
“Ever done a scene?” Regina questioned.
“Well, no,” I answered, “just making love, that’s all.”
“Want to walk on the wild side for a change?”
“I thought you were femme, not butch?” I asked.
“Maybe I swing both ways,” she coyly replied.
“Okay,” I answered, “but nothing too wild.”
“We’re in my apartment in Manhattan – not like I have a
playroom in the basement,” Regina laughed.
I picked up the gleaming stainless steel handcuffs,
feeling their heaviness. Next, I held a leather gag,
which had a penis like projection that was intended for
the mouth. Bound into these, I was going to be one
helpless little femme!
“Shall we?” Regina asked.
“Sure,” I answered.
“Not sure,” Regina corrected me, “Yes, Mistress!”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s better. Now, hands behind your back.”
I sat motionless as she locked the handcuffs on my
wrists, then pulling my hair into a ponytail with a
couple of elastic bands. Then she locked a collar on
my neck, making certain that it wasn’t too tight.
“Open wide,” Regina ordered.
I opened my mouth in order to accommodate the very same
penis gag that I had been holding just a few minutes
before. Regina gently pushed the thing inside me, then
buckled it behind my neck.
“Mmmmmph!” I grunted.
If anyone would have told me that I would be bound and
naked in my boss’s apartment just hours after the
workday, I’ve told him or her that they would be
crazy. Instead, here I was, totally helpless and at
the mercy of another woman.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, dear. You look simply
divine!”
All I saw in the mirror was myself, bound and gagged!
Regina pulled at the D ring on the collar, then
playfully slapped my breasts.
“I only wish I could use these in the office – we’d
have such fewer problems!”
“Mmmmmph!”
“All tied up and no place go, Jackie? I can fix that!”
Regina removed a pair of leg shackles from her drawer,
and locked them on my ankles. I sat impassively, but
what else could I do? I was totally helpless!
“Now then, darling. Your performance was a little
below standard this month, so I’m going to have to
punish you!”
Pulling me by the collar, Regina draped me across her
lap. Her left hand held onto my right wrist, keeping
me from protecting my vulnerable and exposed bottom!
Regina used her left hand to fondle my fleshy globes,
then inserted her fingers into my wet slit.
“What a naughty girl you are!” Regina admonished.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
It had been years since Jeff had given me a spanking!
Of all the lovers I’ve ever been with, he was the only
one to ever place me across his knee and redden my
bottom.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Naughty slut!”
Regina was finger fucking my cunt with her index and
forefinger. I wondered if she was into fisting?
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Mmmmmph! I grunted.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Mmmmph!
“You have such a lovely bottom, Jackie. It’s a pity
that we never did this before!”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
I had to admit that by then, I was the horniest little
bitch imaginable. I read that when gagged a woman can
truly let go – and so I did! My lips enclosed the
phallus, and I sucked on it, totally abandoning myself
to being spanked by Regina – Mistress Regina!
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
My bottom was truly warm by then, and I knew that I
would be reminded each time that I sat down his week of
my spanking.
“That’s enough darling,” Regina explained calmly, “we
don’t want to overdo it on your first time, now do we?”
“Mmmmmmph! I moaned.
“That’s good, darling.”
Regina then seated me on a simple wooden chair in the
bedroom. There was a small padded cushion between my
sore bottom and the hard wood but my rear still felt
like it was on fire. Regina then looped a thin strap
around my waist, binding me to the chair.
“Open your legs, darling!” Regina ordered.
In her hands she held a black leather-riding crop, with
a square leather pad at the end, which she slapped
against the palm of her hand.
Reluctantly, I opened my legs to expose the inside of
my thighs. It looked like a spanking wasn’t the only
thing I was going to get tonight!
“Mmmmph! I cried out when the leather struck my
thighs.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Regina used the crop like a metronome on the inside of
my thighs. The pain was simply delicious after a few
strokes!
“Ever read “Story of O” Jackie? O realizes just how
much of a slave she is after her thighs were beaten
with a crop – and do you?”
“Mmmmph!” I nodded my head in assent. There wasn’t too
much a girl could say in my position.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
I lost count of the number of strokes that landed on my
thighs. I had never felt so erotic in my life. My
whole body was one orgasm after another, the waves
rolling through my body like the ocean. Just a few
feet below us, everyone was free – and I was a slave!
I didn’t realize it when Regina stopped, and unbuckled
the gag from my mouth. I panted from my experience
when the phallus was removed from my lips.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I panted.
“You’re welcome, Jackie.”
Still bound to the chair, she held up a glass of ice
water to my lips, and I drank greedily.
“Slowly, Jackie, slowly.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Still naked, Regina sat on the bed facing me. I was
helpless in the chair.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Jackie?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You were very good, darling. Did you enjoy your
bondage, the spanking, the crop on your thighs?”
“Yes, Mistress!” And I really meant it too!
The scent of female musk was in the air between us.
Had I not been bound to the chair, I would have fallen
to my knees in front of Regina and begged her to beat
me again.
“I have plenty of other toys, Jackie. Clamps for your
nipples, a plug for the bottom hole of yours, a dildo
harness. Plus a flogger and whip. Interested?”
“Yes, yes!” I stuttered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress!” I answered.
“Good, for we don’t want to use you too much your first
time. There will be plenty of other times, Jackie,”
Regina described.