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On many of her stories, but not on my copy of this one, deirdre wrote:
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I'm taking this as a general permission.
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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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Grad
by deirdre
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