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Subject: {ASSM} "Grad"  by  deirdre  (FF, bd, D/s)  --  rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Grad
by deirdre

FF, bd, D/s

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Fri, 6 May 1994 03:15:22 UTC

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.

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