The night's festivities were fun. I actually came to enjoy myself asI watched their buns get smacked, manhandled, and tormented. Afterthree tours of leading and watching, I was actually begining to get abit horny. I think Kari and Beth sensed it. Sydney was oblivious toanything. She seemed to be in heaven!

Finally, we made it back to the dorm room, where Sydney, Kari and Bethtold me they had a confession to make. Most everything after theinitial tour had been planned in advance, a friend of Kari's told herwhat would be happening to them, and they had devised the plan for therest of the evening to follow. No one in the sorority knew anythingabout it.

Needless to say, I was shocked and amazed. Not only were these threethe kinkiest people I had ever met, but they were trying to draw me inon it as well. At first, I resisted, but each in turn explained to metheir love of bondage and domination, until finally I agreed to hearthem out. The stories they told were amazing. Kari was the first tospeak . . .

"I had my first real lover when I was 15. We used to play around alot,and we discovered our bodies together. That is when I knew for surethat the feelings I had always had deep down inside of me were real.Together we learned about ourselves, and we shared in our mutual needfor control, and in my case, to be controlled.

My lover was a sophmore in high school; I was still in junior high. Wehad gotten to know each other at a field hockey game. We both confidedin each other that we liked watching the aggressive women going aftereach other. That night we went for sodas and talked. I came to findout that my lover identified with the more aggressive girls, and Iidentified with the ones being hit and poked and pushed. After ourconversation I was convinced more than ever that I would try out for theteam next year. I never did, but that is another story.

Anyway, our conversation continued and we talked about a great number ofthings. We got to know each other very well in just a few hours time."

There was a pause, and Sydney spoke up, "Come on, Kari. This is all-outconfession time. We brought Sara this far, tell her everything."

Beth chimed in, "Yeah, you better tell her your lover's name before yougo any further."Both Beth and Sydney giggled.

Kari continued, "Well, might as well say it now. My lover's name wasMichelle."

My eyes bugged out and I gasped, "You mean that, I mean, uh, uh, he wasa she."

All three broke up laughing. Sydney spoke up, "Yes, sweetie, all threeof us have, shall we say, interests in women."

I was flabergasted. My first reaction was to get up and leave. But Ididn't, instead, I asked Kari to continue. The words coming out of mymouth shocked me.

Again, Kari began to speak, "Well, as we talked more and more, I foundmyself becoming more and more attracted to Michelle by the moment. Iwas staring blankly into her eyes as she spoke. She noticed, of course,and asked me what I thought of her. I told her I though she wasbeautiful and a wonderful and warm person. She just smiled.

She asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. I agreed, simply nodding anssmiling at her. We left and paid the check and set out on a little walkbehind the diner. As we walked she slowed to just a step or so behindme. In a split second, she stopped, stuck her right foot out, catchingmine as I walked, causing me to tumble, very ungracefully, to theground. I was dazed when I landed and rolled over. I looked up,shaking my head and found Michelle kneeling over me. `Field hockey isrough,' she said, `sure you can take it?' I didn't know what to do, Itried to right myself, but Michelle's hand pushed my shoulder back tothe ground. Her other hand reached out and took hold of my rightbreast. She squeezed hard enough to make me yelp and then slowly drewher fingers along my breast until she reached my nipple, which she gavea very hard pinch. Again, I yelped.

Now Michelle was kneeling on my jacket, so that my arms were pinned downspread apart at my sides. She slapped my face over and over again,leaving my cheeks rosy and red. In the brisk air, it stung. I began tocry.

Michelle stood up, and told me `she thought so,' and began to walk away.I cried out for her to come back, to help me. She just kept walkingback to the diner. Finally, I got enough composure to get up and chaseher. I ran toward her, screaming her name, all the time, I felt a weirdsensation in my belly and I could feel myself getting hot in my crotch.

Finally, I caught her, and out of breath and panting, all I could manageto say was `let's play some more hockey.' She smiled and took my handin hers and we walked over to her car.

She drove us to her house, where I called home. I told my Mom that Iwould be staying at Michelle's for a while and wouldn't be home fordinner. I had a nine o'clock curfew, and told Michelle I needed to beback my 9:00. She said that was fine.

Michelle's mom was out and her dad was downstairs watching TV. We wentup to her room. She told me she wanted to see me naked, and after a bitof coaxing, I agreed to strip for her. She said she liked what she saw,and she wanted to play a game. Anything she told me to do I had to do,and anything she didn't like would mean that I'd have to do somethingelse for her. It was kind of like truth or dare, but she was in controlof it.

The first thing she did was show me a porno magazine. Hustler orPenthouse or something. We looked through it together, and she put herarm around me as we paged through a the magazine. She opened it up toanother page, and asked me what I thought of the model. I told her Ithought she was pretty. She then handed me the magazine and told me toget into the same pose as the girl in the photo. It was a very oddlooking position when I looked at it closely. I had to sit with my legsbent and spread and my arms wrapped underneath, spreading my pussy lipswith my fingers and licking my lower lips with my tongue. I found ithard to balance, but finally managed. Michelle asked me to hold thepose for a while and I did, after I finally figured out how to balance.

The whole time, my pussy was getting wetter and I was getting turned onimmensely. I asked Michelle to try it, it was kind of fun. She told methat she didn't pose, she `just watched.' We both laughed. After Ireleased a little and streched, she leaned over and with her full mouthkissed me, stuffing her tongue in my mouth and passionately tasting mytongue, teeth and mouth. I reached up and pushed her away, mostly as areactive response. When I realized what I had done, I apologized. Shesmirked.

She told me she didn't want me to do that again, and to make sure, shewas going to tie my hands up. I hestitated, but agreed. I thought itmight be fun. I was right. She took a belt off of one of her dressesand told me to put my arms behind my back. She tightly tied my wriststogether and knotted the belt. Grabbing a hunk of my hair, she pulledmy face toward hers and we enjoyed the most beautiful kiss I have everexperienced.

Afterward, I told her we didn't need to belt anymore, to which she saidthat she thought we did. She had a wicked look on her face. She took asilk scarf and blindfolded me with it, which made me feel incrediblyhelpless, and the next thing I felt was her hands running all over mybody, touching, carressing, pinching, slapping and kneading me from mythighs to my neck. I squirmed a bit, and she told me to hold still.

By the end of it, I was sweating and moaning like crazy. The singlespot she had ignored was my pussy. I quietly asked her to touch methere. She told me no. Instead, she said she wanted to watch me humpsomething else. She positioned something (to this day I am not surewhat it was) up against my pussy, and told me to hump it. I rubbed allaround it, and eventually she guided it inside me. I had never hadanything inside my pussy before, and it felt strange. She talked methrough it, tell me to speed up and slow down. I could hear herbreathing increase and the sound of her voice change as we both began toclimax.

After we both came, she held me, still tied and petted my head. Shetold me I did a good job and she was very proud of me. She also gave meanother long, hard, wet kiss.

When she took my blindfold off, I saw that it was quarter til nine, andtold her needed to get home. She agreed. But she told me she wanted meto dress up in her clothes to go home. She picked out a bra and pantyset which were really sexy and nice skirt and blouse. I was to wearthem to school tomorrow and she'd pick me up in the parking lot to goout again. I agreed, put on the stuff and went home."

I was dumbfounded by the story. "So," I asked, "you're a lesbian wholikes to get tied up and kissed?"

They all giggled again. Syndey looked at me, smiling as if she knewsomething I didn't. She told me there was more to it than that.

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