1. The Party Gift: Ch. 3


    Date: 6/10/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: mandycandi, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    ride with us to DFW right there in the cockpit in the jump seat. So he did! And he videotaped the whole thing because I was doing all the flying on that flight.” “Do you still have that video?” I asked anxiously. “Absolutely!” Deanna answered. “Can we watch it sometime?” “Now how did I know you’d want to?” “Oh, it might have something to do with the fact that I’m crazy about you,” I replied. “Now kiss me.” Deanna leaned over to me and we shared a soft, slow and oh so sweet kiss. “Thirsty?” she asked. “Parched,” I replied. “You know how to make a Mimosa?” “Now that I can do,” I replied. “There are some champagne flutes in the cabinet over there and there’s a bottle of champagne and orange juice in the fridge,” Deanna instructed. A couple of minutes later, I handed Deanna a perfectly made Mimosa and we toasted. “Mmm, that’s perfect baby,” Deanna mused after taking a sip. “Thank you,” I replied as I took a sip. Damn, it was perfect. Deanna set her flute down and continued stirring the pancake batter. I set my flute down as well and then slipped up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist and giving her a little squeeze. I could just sense Deanna pushing back slightly against me which I interpreted as her ascent to at least this much affection. But soon the nearness of her body and the scent of her was overpowering me with carnal lust and I just couldn’t stop my hand from slipping underneath her robe and beginning to rub her pussy. Instantly Deanna stopped stirring the batter ...
    and smacked the spoon down on the island counter firmly. “That does it,” she snarled. As Deanna spun around, I had visions of that sexy little silk robe dropping to the floor and her ripping her uniform blouse off me before once again sexually ravaging me; right there on the counter. But instead, Deanna snatched the scarf around my neck and used it as a leash to pull me around the center island to one of the four stools that lined the opposite side. “Sit down!” she ordered and I complied. “Now lay your arms on the arms of the stool.” I did as Deanna instructed while she then untied the scarf from around my neck and used it to tightly bind my wrists to the arms of the stool. First my right then she stretched the scarf over my lap to secure the left. “There,” Deanna said when she finished. “Now, since you continue to try to deprive us of desperately needed sustenance by not behaving yourself nor keeping your hands to yourself, you leave me no choice but to restrain you. Now you’re going to sit there and be a good little girl, do you understand?” “Yes Mistress,” I said with a humble smile. “This is for your own good you understand! And mine as well! And if you are a good girl, then after we eat and clean up the dishes, we’ll go play some more. Okay?” “Yes Mistress,” I answered softly. “That’s about the fourth or fifth time that you’ve called me mistress today. And I think I’m beginning to like it,” Deanna said with a devious and seductive grin. Deanna went back to preparing our ...
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