1. The Party Gift - Ch. 5


    Date: 11/8/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: mandycandi, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    lay in complete silence for a while; gently caressing one another as we pelted each other with soft kisses. Then like the veritable fucking pin dropping in the silence of a candlelit prayer vigil: My stomach let out a roaring growl that would've made Godzilla sound like a sissy. Silence lingered for a few more seconds before we both started laughing. “So what exactly are you trying to tell me my love?” Deanna giggled. “It’s not me,” I giggled back as I patted my tummy. “She has a mind of her own.” “You know it is truly astonishing that so many of our body parts have their own minds,” Deanna replied. “Particularly our sexual organs,” I whispered as I kissed her lips softly. “Oh dear me,” Deanna sighed. “Is the Mistress going to have to tie her girl up again so we can eat without misbehavior and such naughty use of hands?” I rolled my eyes up like a sad puppy dog and then began to whimper like one just as Deanna had instructed me to if I wished to speak. “Very good my precious girl,” Deanna said. “You may speak.” “Mmm yes Mistress,” I began. “Your girl would love to be tied up again and have her Mistress feed her.” “Very well then,” Deanna replied as she pulled back the covers. “Mmm, and you have come before your Mistress completely naked; just as she instructed you to do.” “Yes Mistress,” I replied. Deanna rolled over to the far side of the bed, opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out the scarf. She then sat up and ordered me to as well. I complied and Deanna ...
    again tied the beautiful silk scarf around my neck. “There we go,” she said. “Now come along my precious.” Deanna helped me out of bed and then led me by the scarf out of the “mistress” suite and to the kitchen. It was then I discovered just what Deanna had been conversing with the maids on Tuesday morning. Apparently she pays them extra on the side to do her grocery shopping for her because as she has since confessed: “I fucking HATE going to grocery stores!!” Suffice it to say, Deanna’s refrigerator and cupboard were now completely restocked. Not only that, one of the maid’s will periodically bring Deanna a batch of her homemade tamales and enchiladas. Well, she had apparently brought them this trip because that’s what we were going to have for lunch, and all Deanna had to do was heat them up in the oven for thirty minutes and they were then hot, moist and utterly delicious! But what to do for the thirty minutes while we waited for them to cook. Well, how about a little sexual torture? Deanna led me over to one of the six armless wooden chairs that surrounded the kitchen table. Along the way she opened a drawer and took out a pair of standard issue police handcuffs. Pulling one of the chairs out and away from the table, she ordered me to sit and put my arms around the back of the chair. I complied immediately and she handcuffed me. She then untied the scarf from around my neck and wrapped it around my torso, just below my breasts; looped it under my arms, through the chair ...
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