FeTishDoLL - The story of Paula

Part 46 - Sin is In!

The Wednesday of doom passed and became a blur in my memory. I think your mind tends to do that with events you wish never happened. They become blurs that you remember when you least want to.
It was when I was laid up in bed for a couple of weeks that Sil came to visit me.
Why?
How?
Well, who cares?
She didn't just come by for some goofy-ass sympathy visit either, she started coming like every day. Perhaps she was supporting the idea that I was a woman who had "the right to choose" or some other cause. With Sil it was always about some cause or another. I think having an abortion made me her temporary cause, which was ok with me at the moment. Desire had removed me from her picture and it was getting really lonely. Desire hadn't just removed me from her picture, in fact she removed me from her house as well and into the waiting arms of Sil. This made Sil very happy because it supported "the cause". Now I wasn't just a girl with a "right to choose", I was also a victim of Desire.
Like I said, the more a rescue cause you were, the more Sil found a reason to rescue you.
But things had changed with me, I wasn't the same person I was before. I wanted to get some control in my life and find my own way. Being reliant on yet another person, I was starting to think that this was exactly what I didn't need. So I kept my distance from Sil and made sure she knew that we were "friends only". I didn't really think about it at the time but it was the first time in my life that I hadn't been sexually involved with someone that I was having some sort of relationship with. I wasn't sure I liked it.

"Who the hell draws these little devil chics anyway?" I asked Sil while getting ready for the upcoming party.
"I don't know, but I have been thinking about getting one tattooed on my ass!" she said.
"Ohhhh..my god! That would be sooo fucking cool! If you do it, I'm gonna get a tattoo too!" I said.
"Yeah! Fucking-A-stylely! Let's do it!" Sil said laughing and we gave each other this little high five! Alicia walked in, her somber-as-usual mood. Alicia had become the latest addition to the lesbian house. That's what Sil and her other roommate had started calling the little house on the corner of 5th and Martin St. The doors to the lesbian house were always open but you didn't want to come in if you were a guy. It wasn't that all the women in the lesbian house were actually lesbians, it's just that while in the lesbian house you were gay and if a guy came in, he was made to feel that not a single girl in the house was interested. In fact not only did he get completely turned away, but any "womyn" who did talk to him was shunned for the rest of the day as well, maybe forever.
"Hey 'Licia!? Wanna go get a tattoo on your ass?!" I said.
She gave me a 'you are such a loser' look and I laughed watching her sulk out of the room. I stood for a few minutes looking at the little poster Sil had brought in. In the illustration a man was crawling on his knees dressed in only a diaper with a horse saddle on his back. Sitting on the man, in the saddle, was a very curvey, very big breasted red devil woman dressed only in a cowboy hat. In her hand was a riding crop which she seemed to be putting to good use on the poor sucker below her. I thought to myself that this would be fun to try out if I could only find some poor sap who would let me ride him.

I had pissed off Desire by not coming back once I was well and she kept trying to get me "jobs" as she called them. However I did continue working my "night job" which Sil was keeping a secret from her roommates. It was her idea that I tell everyone I was working third shift at a computer center. Talking to some of the other girls around the house I don't think they would have cared that I was stripping. In fact I knew for a fact that two of Sil's best friends were strippers. It turns out that quite a lot of lesbians end up stripping because it's easy money and they hate men. Hating men works out really well if you are stripping because not only do you have a detachment, you can also make serious cash by making out with another girl in front of these guys.
It was making out with one of the strippers that landed me my current place of residence. A small house not far from where Sil lived, close to campus and the stripper I lived with was a student so I got to meet lots of her college buddies. The really cool thing about the place was my part of the rent was only like what I pulled home in one night of stripping so that left me with a fuck load of extra cash. Of course that meant that me, being a teenager still, had to burn through that shit like it was candy. "Axis" had become the club of choice for myself and most of the college kids. Not only did they play cool music, have great dancing and hot people, but they also had a local fetish clothing store that sponsored a fetish party every so often. Which brings us back around to the party...

The club was already jumpin' when we got there and soon I was lost in a mix of people and sights. We all went upstairs and sat around 'people watching' and drinking. I was dressed in a very tight silver catsuit with a zipper down the front. Also I had on cat-like horn-rim sun-glasses and my hair up in a ponytail. I had my best vamp-red lipstick on and nails painted to match. I felt like I finally fit in somewhere and like things were going my way. I had friends, money, clothes, and this way of life that made me ultra cool. I felt happy for the first time I could remember.

At first we had the odd collection of Goth-kids dressed in the Anne Rice line of typical black attire (yawn), then we started to get a little more interesting. The great thing about going to a fetish party is all the creative people that show up. It's as much about looking freaky as looking sexy. I love it! About three or four drinks later, I found my way on the dance floor. I made myself unapproachable and found some of my friends and started to dance with them.
As with most of these things, people didn't really get loose for the first couple of hours. Several people had made their ways into a couple of cages and were busy tying themselves up and getting spanked. It was all very tame, nothing to get freaky about. Mostly it was a bunch of college kids lightly slapping each other on the ass and laughing.
Then Desire and her gang came in! I tried to look like I hadn't seen her but I knew she had caught me out in the crowd. Her little bitch, Two, saw me as well and gave me a hateful glare. Desire gave her coat to Two and came over to me. She leaned in and said something about the people here that I couldn't quite catch.
"Yeah, mostly a bunch of college kids trying to get laid." I said.
"Mmmmm...then this might be fun after all!" Desire said and smiled. She made her way off to the cages.
"Having fun?" It was Alicia.
"Yeah, this is great! Are you?" I asked.
"It's funny, but I don't think I'm really into this. Are you?"
"I'm not sure. But I know I want to go spank some booty! Wanna come?!"
With this we ran into the crowd and joined others in spanking some kids that were tied up in the middle of the room. Desire snuck up behind me and before I knew what was going on she said, "Aren't you hot in this thing!?" and she unzipped me all the way down to my crotch. Shocked I quickly covered my naked breasts and reached for the zipper. Desire tried to keep me from getting it but I managed to pull it back up to my belly button and cover my breasts once again. I noticed we had caught the attention of several people in the room.
"Oh come on girl!" Desire exclaimed frustrated, "You should be naked anyway with nothing on but my collar" and with this Desire forced my zipper down again and it got stuck just above my crotch. The effect was that I could keep the outfit covering me if I tried but it took some effort. This only pleased Desire even more as she continued to move my arms exposing each breast.
One girl walked up, she was a very muscular butch dyke, dressed in leather pants and a white Tee with suspenders. She passed us and said, "whores". Desire looked at her and the dyke looked back and grinned to show she wasn't afraid. Looking her up and down Desire said, "Scagg!". It was obvious that the dyke was drunk. A smaller girl, obviously the larger dykes girlfriend, tried to pull the large girl away.
"Just leave 'them' alone, they're just poser whores anyway." she snarled.
Desire turned back to me and rolled her eyes and said, "They just wish they were hot enough to be called whores, ugly fuckin' dyke bitches. "
I found my way up to a cage over the dance floor and started dancing. A sleek young guy found his way up and started dancing behind me. Vibrations from the music pulsed through me and the more I danced, the less I thought about all the bullshit that had been going on. I found myself rubbing and grinding against this guy and it was no surprise that he seemed to be enjoying it. His PVC pants made it obvious that he was really, really enjoying the dance. He got a little brave and put his arms around me and pushed his hand down into the opening of my suit. He didn't waste time and his hands slipped down the opening to the area just above my clit where the zipper was stuck. The suit had popped open and now my breasts were completely exposed to the cheers of the crowd below. His fingers inched over my clit and started to rub. I felt myself lost in the sensation of warm desire but I managed to move his hand away from my pussy knowing that my friends in the crowd below were most likely watching. But I was losing it, finding it more and more difficult to resist the urges that were surfacing so familiar, so passionately. A girl had made her way in front of me, she seemed excited that I was mostly naked. She tried to say something to me but the speakers were too close and her voice was lost in the beat of the music. But to show me what she was trying to say she removed her tee shirt and then danced in front of me in her bra. She was thin with large breasts and they didn't seem to move as she pressed her hips into me. I didn't think I was that drunk but it took me a moment to become aware that they had removed my arms from the top of the cat suit and were pulling it off me. I let them take the cat suit off me and they pressed themselves into my naked body. With his body behind me and the girl rubbing herself in front of me, I found myself watching the crowd, focusing on eyes focused on me. The girl's fingers were inside me now, the boy behind me humped my ass through his pants and caressed my breasts. She was a little too rough which brought me out of my trance and made me notice some bitch trying to make off with my cat suit. I reached down and grabbed it away from her.
"Hey, what tha fuck?!" I yelled.
"What? Just holding it for you." She replied angrily.
"I gotta piss!" I yelled. Everyone watched with dissappointment as I slipped back into the cat suit with some effort. I twice had to use the guy's shoulder to keep my balance as I made my way into the legs of the suit. Then I slipped my arms inside and did my best to pull the front over my naked body.
I saw Alicia sitting alone at the bar and she perked up when she saw me. I almost fell into the stool next to her and realized I was drunker than I thought.
"So, still not having fun in the night of sexual debauchery?" I said joking.
"No, this isn't really my thing." She said and shrugged her shoulders, "But, it looks like you are having fun."
Her eyes lingered on my exposed breasts. I laughed and several guys came over and started hitting on us. They tried to ask if we wanted to dance or would we spank them or some other lame shit, and neither of them could do anything but stare at my tits. I turned to Alicia and without asking, I started kissing her. Her lips were tight from surprise but soon they loosened and her tongue met mine. I had never done anything with her before but it was thrilling and passionate to have my tongue down her throat!
"You wanna cut out and head?" I asked.
She seemed to brighten up a little with the suggestion and so I grabbed her arm and we went outside. Sil was sitting around outside with a bunch of lesbians talking some shit. I told her we were gonna head and she was like, "Awwww...sheesshhhh, come on guys! Whatda fuck!?"
"Listen girl, you are drunk as shit! Don't you try to drive home tonight, call us when you are ready to split, k?" Alicia said.
"Hey, don't chu worry bout me, I gots m' sis-tas to take care uff me! Right sisssstas!?" This met with a chorus of 'yeahs' and 'right-ons' from the "womyn" she was with. I figured that she would make it home somehow. So Alicia and I split and headed back to the empty house they lived in.

"You know they are talking about kicking me out of the house? Right?" Alicia told me on the drive back.
"What the fuck for?" I asked concerned.
"Because I'm not a full lesbian dyke." She seemed to get really upset by this and kept going, "I mean I just don't get it! Like I was trying to talk to Sil about it. Like, my boyfriend is black right? So like what does that mean to most people? It totally means that he is black and that I'm white and that like, we shouldn't be together! You know?"
She paused for a minute to think about it and then continued, "And like, then here they come, all men hatin' and shit. It's fucked up, you know?" She looked at me for supportbut honestly I had no idea what she was talking about. She continued, "But it's not my fault that black men are better, that I never knew I wasn't a lesbian, I had just been color blind!"
This made us both laugh and when we were finished laughing out loud, she kept right on with her tyrade, "So they go on and on about how they are persecuted because they are fucking lesbian, but it's all bullshit. I mean they turn right around and hate men, hate all men. It's like a full time job for them, hating men. Oh, and don't even get them started about how many of them have been raped by men. Fuck, it's all like this big fucking bullshit lie they have to keep right on hating men.
"I can understand that, I mean basically men are scum, but then they turn on you and it's like I'm an outcast. I mean I start dating a guy and suddenly I'm untouchable or some shit. Fuck. What the hell?!"
"So what are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm going to get married and split. I'm not even going to finish school. I'm getting married and taking off out of this hell hole."
This was when her hand made it to my thigh and then quickly moved up my exposed stomach to my nipples. She played with my nipples, enjoying making them hard and then she kissed me.
We barely made it into the house. She was pulling on my cat suit, the legs and arms sticking to my sweating skin. She and I fell through the door and landed on the small area rug. Her lips pressed into mine and her fingers expertly circled my clit and her thumb moved inside me. I rocked as I came and this seemed to only push her more over the edge.
"I need some cock." She moaned.
"What? Like real cock or me with a strap-on?" I asked.
"Real." She moaned as she moved slowly back.
"Well, your boyfriend?" I asked. Half asking if he was possible and half asking if she was talking about cheating on him.
"He is out of town and what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him." she replied.
"So...ummm...what? Like just go find some guy?" I asked.
"Yeah, do you know anyone?" She looked hopeful.
"You serious?" I asked.
"Unless you don't want to. But I love having a cock in me when I'm making out with a girl." She said.
"I know a boy, I think he would do whatever we wanted. Want to see if he is home?" I asked.
Alicia pressed on top of me again and kissed me deeply and whispered, "You are in control, don't ask me what let's do, just do it!"

Matt lives with his parents and his room is actually the basement so you can sneak around the side of the house and knock on the glass without anyone even knowing. When we came around the side of the house Matt was sitting on his couch and playing a video game. I had hoped he would be alone and he was. I looked at Alicia and she motioned for me to go ahead. I knocked on the glass and Matt jumped across the couch which made me laugh. Then Matt saw what I was wearing and his eyes moved from my tits to the stairs where his parents could come down at any time. Slowly Matt made his way to the sliding glass door and pulled it open.
"Paula! Wha..I mean..." Matt tried to find words and I pressed my finger to his lips knowing it was going to be so much better if he didn't talk.

Part 47: Two Nymphs