From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Grad
Date: 29 Nov 1995 23:51:36 GMT
Organization: University of Passau, Germany
Message-ID: <49irm8$78c@mordred.cc.jyu.fi>

From: an65862@anon.penet.fi



Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words.  The author

does not wish to live out the experiences described.  The author

does not wish anyone to live out the experiences described.  If you

lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no

circumstances read this story without the express permission

and guidance of someone more mature. -- deirdre



Grad

by deirdre



Gail looked her usual self--which was the look of a typical college

student--which she was.  I had just flown in and found her waiting

for me at the gate.  I was visiting her for the weekend--a weekend

away from law school for me.  We hadn't seen each other in a couple

of months.



Gail looked happy and I could sense that she was looking forward to

our weekend together.  She carried my bag and walked with me out to

the pickup lanes--to a beautiful Jaguar sedan.  A Jaguar sedan?

What was Gail doing in such a thing?  Rich boyfriend?  She opened

the back door and motioned me in.  I pushed my bag in and sat down.

Gail got in the passenger side in the front.  A woman was driving--

she must have been in her late twenties or early thirties.  She was

very well dressed.  I wondered how Gail knew her.



Gail introduced the woman as her apartment-mate!  I was a little

aghast and wondered about the situation.  The woman's name was

Brenda and she was a lawyer.  That intrigued me, but I was still very

suspicious of the situation.  But we all talked as Brenda drove us

home.  Brenda told me that Gail had told her about her sister-the-

law-student and she asked me about some of my classes.  In the end,

I couldn't help but warm up to her a bit.



When we got home, I put my things in Gail's room.  Gail was in

another room and I couldn't help but peek in a few drawers and then I

got a real shock!  I found this abbreviated leather outfit--obviously

the kind of thing some men enjoy, with no practical use whatsoever.

It had a very skimpy leather bikini bottom and a leather top that

covered your breasts and almost down to your waist.  And some

leather collars and bracelets and things.  And then, under it, I found

some pictures.  And what pictures!   There were pictures of Gail

wearing the outfit.  She had the leather bracelets on and a leather

collar and leather anklets too.  And she was holding a whip!  There

were also  pictures of Brenda, completely nude, on her knees!  I just

stood there staring, open mouthed, when Gail walked in and found me

like that.



Well, Gail was very matter-of-fact about the whole thing.  Yes, the

two of them had a "relationship" of sorts.  Gail asked me why I

should care: I wasn't prejudiced.  I wasn't sure enough of myself to

do anything more than stammer.  I needed time to think this through.

I ended up expressing surprise that a seemingly independent woman

like Brenda would go for anything like what the pictures illustrated.

Gail told me that Brenda had a side to her that just about no one

knew: she was just about completely submissive.  If someone told

her to do something, she just did it!  And apparently liked it.  In fact,

Gail said that though, of course, no one would realize it, but anyone

could just tell Brenda to do something and she would do it!



"I just can't believe you would be doing this!"  I had found enough of

my voice to be about that eloquent.



"Oh, you never know, maybe you would find it interesting," was Gail's

reply.  She looked mysterious.



"Absolutely not!" I said.  Gail looked away from me for a few

seconds, in thought.



"OK, prove it," she finally answered.  Then she suggested I see what

she looked like in the outfit.  She changed into it and then picked up

the whip.  There she was in high-heels, leather, and holding a whip.  I

couldn't believe it.  Our Gail!



Then she told me that she would say "Kneel" in a commanding voice

and that when she said it, I should get down on my knees as quickly

as I could.  I told her it was weird, but she insisted it would be a

short and easy way for me to see what it was about.  I agreed half-

heartedly and as I watched her, she assumed a straighter, more

severe pose.



"Kneel!"  I was surprised at the effect.  Gail in leather, giving a

strict order.  So surprised that I forgot to kneel.   Gail "broke

character" and giggled at my lack of ability to do one simple thing.

Then she insisted we try it again, and reminded me of my one little

action in our playlet.



"Kneel!"  I knelt as fast as I could right in front of her.  Something

electric passed through me.  Gail ordered and I obeyed.  I looked at

her and she was grinning at me and she pulled me up.  She asked me

if I noticed any reaction within myself.  I didn't answer but I was

afraid she could read me.  She laughed at me a little but didn't insist

on embarrassing me further by making me admit anything.  But she

did insist on our trying it again--after exchanging roles.



I protested a little, but soon she had me putting on that little

leather outfit.  Soon I was dressed as she was, in heels, and holding

the whip!  She pointed to my image in her full-length mirror and I

got an eyeful.  I couldn't believe I could look like that!



Then she had me stand straight and she stood straight, about two

feet in front of me, facing me.  She was still completely nude, after

taking off the outfit.  She looked like she was at *attention*.



"OK, say it like an order." she said, relaxing a little.  Then she

straightened up to attention again.  I noticed that she was looking

straight ahead of her, but not focused on my face.



"Kneel!"  I said it.  Before I was done uttering the word, she was in

motion.  In about half a second, she was on both knees, still holding

her body perfectly straight.   It was like a shock--the feeling that

went right through my cunt.  I wondered if I was wet and messing up

her outfit.  I thought I might pass out for a second.  Then she was

standing again and getting dressed and telling me to change.  I sat on

her bed, and caught my breath for a second.  I couldn't believe what

had just happened.  What *had* happened?  I couldn't understand it.



But Gail didn't press me.  I felt like she would have had the upper

hand if she had.  She just said maybe I'd realize what she got out of

her relationship.



Gail had to go to work that night, and Brenda was going to take me

out until Gail got off work.  She said she'd take me to a place were

some of the attorneys hung out and introduce me to some of them.

Gail was gone before we left and I dressed and got ready.  I thought

about what Gail had said about Brenda.  She'd do *anything* that

*anyone* told her to do?  The idea was intriguing.  Someone like that

could walk down the street and no one she passed would know the

power they held over her.  But someone might just happen to tell her

to do something--and watch her do it.  It would be *dangerous*.



*I could tell Brenda to do something and she'd just do it*.  At least,

that is what Gail told me.  When I was done, I waited in their living

room for Brenda.  She finally came out in jeans and a blouse.  She

looked fine.  She really was rather beautiful: shoulder length blond

hair; more of a figure than either Gail or me; taller than either of us

too.  As I greeted her, I couldn't control my mind.  *I was looking at a

woman who would do anything anyone told her to?  Anything I told

her to?  What could I tell her to do?*



"Unbutton one more button on your blouse."  I said it ambiguously.

Like an order, or a helpful suggestion.  She reached up and unbuttoned

it and just stood there.  She didn't say "like this?" or "how does it

look?" or anything.  It was slightly weird.



"Another."  I don't know what made me say it.  I was testing her.  She

could laugh off my *suggestion* or tell me I'm a little strange.  She

didn't--she quietly did it and stood there.



"Unbutton two more."  This was definitely ridiculous--no one would

go out in public like that.  Her bra clearly showed by the time she

was done.  I didn't say anymore, but moved for the door as if to leave.

I looked at her.  She hesitated a little, seeming a little nervous, then

came with me.  She didn't button a single button.  It was time to stop

the charade, but something made me hesitate.  How far would she go

with me?



"Oh, that's too much--button them all again except the top button."

She buttoned up.  We left.  I felt a little funny, but she apparently

had no trouble talking just as if nothing had happened.  As far as I

could tell, she was just like Gail said she was.



We got to the bar and she introduced me to her colleagues.  I forgot

about Gail and Brenda's peculiarities while talking to them.  They

were perfectly willing to answer my questions and I loved listening

to their stories, and they teased me a bit for being the naive law

student.  It was a very pleasant evening.



But as we drove home, I couldn't help remember what Gail had told

me and the way Brenda had acted.  I looked at Brenda as she drove.

She was so beautiful.  A beautiful, successful woman who would

unbutton her blouse if I told her to.  *Or who knows what*.



We got back to their living room and there was no sign of Gail.

Brenda looked at me a little nervously.  Did she expect something?

She was so beautiful.  What could I do?



"We can certainly be more casual here.  Unbutton your blouse again."

Who was I kidding?  As if Brenda thought it was just casual

conversation?  She did it.  "Go ahead, take off the blouse."  Once

again, no hesitation: soon she was in her jeans and her bra.  She had

an unreadable expression on her face.  I sat in an easy chair and

propped my legs up.  "How about some wine and music?"  I asked.  She

turned on the stereo, then went in the kitchen.  I listened as she

opened a bottle and got out glasses.  Soon she was back with the

bottle and one glass which she handed to me.  Then she looked at me

and hesitated.  I couldn't believe it: she wasn't going to get wine for

herself unless I told her to!  I felt a thrill at my power.  I couldn't

believe that I could get so excited over something like this!



"Go get yourself a glass," I finally said.  She went and was back in

half a minute.  She sat on the floor next to the coffee table,

crosslegged, looking at me, waiting.  "Drink."  I was a little annoyed-

-I had to tell her absolutely everything.  She poured some wine in her

glass, took a sip, then drank the rest.  I watched her sitting there, in

her bra and jeans.  Finally I put my hand to the top of my blouse and

started unbuttoning.  "Let's not stand on ceremony," I said, "take off

your bra and jeans."  I actually only fiddled with a button on my

blouse--I made sure I had only unbuttoned one button all the while

she stood up and removed the garments.  I was still fingering a

button when she stood, looking at me, wearing nothing but bikini

panties.  "Well, take them off!"  I said as if she ought to know that.  I

unbuttoned another button.  Still not enough for my bra to show.  She

stood in front of me, naked, with her clothes around her.  Where did I

want this to go?  Why was I doing this?  Because I was presented

with the opportunity--it was too wild.  This successful lawyer

standing there in front of me, completely naked just because I told

her to.  What did she think of me?  She already knew my sister--and

she knew herself--she probably didn't even think about how weird I

was acting.  I wanted to be a successful lawyer some day, just like

her.  And she was ready to do absolutely anything I told her.



What did I want from her?  Brenda would... she would lick me if I

told her to.  Was I bisexual as apparently Gail was?  Or did I just

like power?  Was I a sadist?  This was obviously consensual--she

obviously wanted this.  I didn't know what to do next.  She just stood

there, looking at me, waiting.



"Touch yourself."  Some part of my unconscious must have come up

with an idea of how to proceed.  As I watched, one of Brenda's hands

hesitantly rose to her breasts and the other edged towards her cunt.

She looked like she was trying to figure out exactly what I wanted.  I

just stared at her and let her stew.  The fingers of one hand were on

one of her nipples.  Her other hand started slowly caressing her cunt,

up and down.  Then she started circling her nipple, slowly with the

other hand.  She still looked apprehensive.



Suddenly the front door opened and Gail walked in.  She immediately

took in the situation, giggled, and said "So the *mice will play*!"  In

a second, she had grabbed my hand and was pulling me out of the

room.  Brenda hadn't stopped, but she was looking even more

apprehensive.  In seconds I was in Gail's bedroom.



"If you want to play the game, you should be in costume," said Gail.

In seconds, she had the leather outfit out.  "Come on, change--you'd

better change quickly--it looks like she's ready!"  She started

unbuttoning *my* blouse!  Then she was gone.  I looked at the outfit.

I remembered what it was like wearing it before.  I started changing.

Soon I was looking at myself in the mirror.  It was basically a bikini,

with a very brief bottom, but a top that reached down to cover half

my midriff.  I also wore a snug leather bracelet on each wrist and

similar anklets.  I added a little makeup.  I couldn't believe I looked

like this.  Then I walked back out in the living room.



I stood in shock.  Gail was sitting on the couch and Brenda was

kneeling in front of her with her head at Gail's crotch.  Brenda's

hands and feet were both shackled, with her hands cuffed behind her.

Her head was up under Gail's skirt.  Gail was still fully dressed.  Gail

had her legs wrapped around Brenda with her feet crossed over

Brenda's back and she held Brenda by the hair.  Gail had her head

thrown back and was breathing hard.



Suddenly, she uncrossed her legs and threw Brenda to the floor.  In

seconds, she was kneeling beside her and she had Brenda rolled over,

face down.  Then Gail put two fingers right on her rear hole and

started wriggling them and pushing them in!  Brenda moaned loudly

and her breath was coming in wild heaves.  Gail pushed her fingers

further.  She looked up at me and smiled.



"Now you're dressed for it.  Come here."  My heart was in my throat.  I

wanted to run the other way.  I edged closer.  Gail had pulled

Brenda's rear over her thighs and was working away with her

fingers.  Then she pulled her fingers out and started spanking Brenda.



"Go get a leather belt," she said to me.  I stood there, three feet

away, like a statue.  "Go!"  She still spanked Brenda who was still

moaning and heaving.  After a few seconds, she suddenly stood up,

spilling Brenda onto her side on the floor.  She grabbed my wrist and

pulled me into the bedroom again.



"You just aren't into it," she said.  She immediately started

undressing me!  She took off my bikini bottom, but didn't take off the

top.  Then she grabbed my arms in front of me and pushed my wrists

together.  I realized they were attached to each other--the bracelets

had hooks so they could be hooked together!  She pushed me onto the

bed and did the same thing with my ankles.  I just lay there in shock.

She quickly stripped off all her clothes and put on the leather bikini

bottom that I had just been wearing.  Then she pushed me around and

got the covers and covered me up.  "Play with yourself," she said!  My

hands were attached together in front of me and I was naked down

there, so it was perfectly possible.  I just stared at her.  I hardly

recognized her as my own sister.



After she left, taking a leather belt with her, I heard more moans

and heavy breathing from the living room.  The bedroom was dark.  I

heard the slapping of leather on skin.  My hand found its way to my

cunt and rubbed just a little.  I listened.  I didn't come or push

myself to try--I just slowly rubbed and listened.



I must have gone into a trance--suddenly Gail burst into the

bedroom.  She was alone.  She pulled the covers off me and looked at

my body.  I looked at her.  I felt like I couldn't get my breath enough

to talk.  My hand was still at my crotch, but I didn't rub for her

benefit.  I was on my side.



"You're doing OK," she said.  I didn't answer.  She was still in nothing

but that brief leather bikini bottom, showing off her body and her

breasts.  She looked amused.  She opened a drawer in her dresser and

pulled out a dildo.  She got out a jar of something and started

smearing it on the dildo.  Then she climbed on the bed, straddling my

legs.  She put it up to my rear!  "Relax it," she said.  I felt her

pressing it against my rear hole!  "Come on," she said in soothing

voice, "relax it or you'll have trouble."  It was pushing harder.  I..., I

didn't know what to do.  I relaxed as well as I could.  It started to

enter.  It slid in further and further.  I couldn't believe the feeling.

There she was, straddling me, in the tiny piece of leather.  Suddenly

it started vibrating.  It was a vibrator.  My whole insides were

vibrating--I couldn't believe the feeling.  My hands were still at my

crotch.  She grinned and got off the bed and covered me up.  Then she

left, turning out the lights again.  I heard the same noises from the

living room.  I came and came.