Heather and Anita met when they spent a few days together serving a dom. They became good friends in the face of joint adversity. Their ‘ordeal’ will probably be published later.

Anita

I thought what he was gonna do with the gaffer tape, he appeared to have a selection of gags so they were not to stop us screaming. I found out, he bound my boobs really tight across my nipples, I looked stupid. He did the same to Heather and she looked just as stupid. We sucked his cock, packed, dressed without knickers or bras. Finding something loose enough to hide our mis-shaped boobs was not easy. We both kissed his cock goodbye, God, I’m gonna miss that and him but I will be glad of the rest.

We got in the taxi and I gave him my address. “Come to mine for a while and we can sort ourselves out,” I suggested.

“Good idea,” we were thinking about the gaffer tape. At my flat we looked at each other and giggled. Heather opened her case and I went to my drawers in the bedroom, both found knickers and put them on. We laughed again covering up after what we had been through. “Shall we have a cup of tea?” I asked.

“Have you anything stronger?” she laughed. We had a very respectable glass of wine. “We had better try and get it off.” She stood and took her dress off, I did the same. We stood wearing just knickers and gaffer tape.

“Turn your back,” I started to pull one end of the tape off her back. I had to pick at it slowly until I had hold of a piece, I pulled it slowly.

“Yeeeeoow,” exclaimed Heather “that hurts.”

“Shall I pull it in one go?” I enquired, I was gonna have to suffer so finding the best way would be helpful to me.

“Yes, give it a go.” I pulled it off as far as her side not quite reaching her boob.

“Ooooooowwww,” her scream was louder this time. “That was horrible and I can’t imagine what it will be like on the nipples. I don’t know which is worse.” I pulled the tape on the other side about the same amount with an equally loud scream.

“Just your tits to go,” I offered, trying to make things seem not too bad.

“I know and I’m dreading it, where the fuck did he get this tape from?” I have some analgesic cream. Do you think you could pull it all off in one go and we can slap cream on while I cry and curse him.” She put her hands behind her and held the door handle and stuck her tits out as far as she could. I gripped both sides of the tape.

“One, Two…” I pulled the tape fast and fell back.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she cried. She was sobbing tears rolling down her face. I grabbed the cream, smeared a load over my hands and grabbed her boobs from behind. I carefully massaged the cream into her tits. “Thank you,”

Heather

Shit! I had put up with some pain lately but this was crazy, I had to look to see that my nipples hadn’t been ripped off, I was surprised to see that there was no blood streaming out. There was some relief when Anita slapped cream on them and smoothed it in. I was dancing on the spot, I don’t know why but it seemed a way of letting the pain out as did calling him all the names I could think of.

Gradually as the pain became bearable Anita stopped massaging my boobs and slid around and started kissing my tears away. Oh fuck my nipples were already like organ stops and now my pussy was getting ‘that feeling’ as well as moist. I held her head and kissed her on the lips. “Your turn to go through the agony,” I said, pulling away.

Anita

My heart rate zoomed to a dangerous level, where were things going? What was she doing? What was I doing? My kissing her tears was an invitation which she took up, I asked for it. Now it was my turn to have the tape removed. Fuck. She pulled the tape away from the sides causing me great pain but all I could think of was my poor nipples and what they were gonna endure, what I was gonna endure.

“How do you want me to do it?” asked Heather.

“I don’t fucking know, what do you think,” I was crying mainly at the wondered of the pain.

“I would take it slow and see how it goes,” she offered.

“Okay then,” I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and mentally prepared all the curses I could throw at the cunt who did this to me. Next time I see him I’ll…I’ll do exactly what he tells me, bastard. “Ah, ha, ha, owww. Stop.” I cannot stand it and she is very close to my nipple. “Oh just get it over with, do it!”

“Yeeeooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!” Fuck me that hurt, before I slapped the cream on my tits I checked to see that they were intact. I Hopped round the room. “Ow, ow, ow ow. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit, shit shit.” Heather held me, hugged me, kissed me and cried with me. We settled down, calmed down. Holding each other tender tit to tit. “I need to wash my face and hands.”

We went to the bathroom and washed up, “Is the pain going?” I asked.

“Yes it is not too bad now, could you help me wash the cream off?” As if she had never washed her tits before.

“Of course and we need to get the sticky left by the tape off,” I picked up a flannel and started washing her boobs which had a red stripe across and her nipples were red, sore and sticking out. Mine were exactly the same but I was keeping the cream on a bit longer. I carefully dried her tits with a soft towel and kissed her nipples. “It worked when I was a kid.”

“Anything is worth a try, do it again please.” she asked. I, of course did, was careful to keep my tits safe. We were both enjoying this.

“I think I am ready to have my cream washed off now,” I told Heather who picked up the flannel, put it under the hot tap and washed my tits. It felt good, the pain had not totally gone away but was easing. She went on her knees and started very gently sucking my nipples.

Oh fuck, my pussy was dripping, my heart was pounding, we had gone through so much together, my feelings for her were special and at the moment I needed her and I think she needed me. I lifted her up and kissed her lips. I held her hand and led her into the bedroom. I lay her on the bed, knelt over her and kissed her passionately, she returned the kiss. What the hell we deserved some pleasure after our suffering

I have not had any experience with girls, well aside from the last few days which brought us so close together. This must be okay, my knickers were wet, my heart thumping and a gorgeous girl under me. I kissed down her body, her nipples and belly button until I came to her knickers which like mine had a wet patch. I started to pull her knickers down, she lifted her bum to help me remove them. So far she had been quite passive but now opened her legs and went to take my knickers down.

We ended up in a sixty nine, me on top being careful to not rub my nipples on her body. I worked on her clit with my tongue and my fingers in her pussy. Her legs came up and wide, my nose was nearly in her bum hole. She was giving my clit a good work out and several fingers in me. I could feel my orgasm building, my nipples were painful again as they pumped up. “Oh God, God, oh please, ooooooh.” she screeched.

Her mouth temporarily left my pussy but was soon back and bringing me to orgasm. I collapsed at the side of her head to tail. We held hands. No regrets, that was good, a relief, a release. “Shall we have a bath together and wash the sticky off?” I asked.

“Yes, have you any more wine?” she asked. I produced a bottle of red, a cheap and cheerful one but it worked.

Heather

In the bath with a glass of wine and Anita, she took the tap end. My legs on either side of her and hers beside me, both pussies on display. I was not embarrassed I was comfortable here with Anita. We finished the bottle of wine before we started washing. When we were out of the bath wearing robes Anita asked if I wanted to stay. It seemed a good idea so I agreed. “We will need more wine and some food.”

“I’ll put a dress on and get both from just around the corner,” she said.

“No knickers or bra though.” I laughed.

“Okay then,” she giggled, slipping into a dress and shoes. “Plates are in there,” she said as she walked out. I set the table and thought where this was going, whether it was going anywhere. I was Michelle’s servant back in Reading and I did not need another person giving me orders. Anita laughed when I said no bra or knickers which was meant as a joke she obeyed. Perhaps she could belong to me, if she wanted to, maybe.

Anita came back with the wine and food, I had taken the robe off. “Take your dress off,” I said, more a suggestion than an order, she did. We were happily sitting naked eating and drinking. When we had finished Anita cleared the pots. “Anita come here and try this lipstick,” I asked.I had taken a scarlet lipstick out of my bag. She came to me and bent down and put her mouth near me. “Get on your knees it will make it easier,” she knelt before me.

I put the lipstick on her, “You put some on me.” I ordered quietly. She took the lipstick and applied it to my lips, she was still kneeling. “Stand up,” my voice was jovial and requesting. I kissed her tits, above her nipples and then applied more lipstick to my lips. I pushed my tits out, “your turn,” she knelt and kissed above my nipples. I pushed her head down and she kissed my nipples.

I pulled her head up and applied more lipstick. “I want traces of every area you have kissed, now carry on.” I leaned back and she kissed down my body. I stopped her every five or six kisses to reload the lipstick, she arrived at my pussy, kissed it and moved on to my thighs. I allowed her to carry on before reloading her lipstick and lifting my legs directing her to my bum. This was the crunch, if she goes this far I have myself a sub, I hope.

She kissed my bum cheeks first then centred on my bum hole! I held her head there not with any great force but encouraging her I eased her head up so she was kissing my pussy. “Suck my clit, Anita,” I wondered of calling her slut but perhaps that would be a bit premature. “Yes, yes, yes,” I said as I came, yes partly because of my climax and partly because I have her. “Good girl Anita.”

She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, lipstick smeared over her face. She was smiling, she was happy! “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes,” she replied.

“Good,” I lifted her up and kissed her lips. “Open your legs,” I put two fingers in her pussy, she was very wet. I sucked on her nipples one after the other while I played with her pussy. “Pick up the lipstick and put some on my lips if you want to climax.” Like a shot she picked up the lipstick and applied it. I kissed her tits again.

“Put your leg on the table so I can see your cunt.” Her leg came up and her pussy was near my face. I leaned in and kissed it, I licked her clit, I put my thumb in her pussy and a finger in her bum. I took a breath and said “ask nicely if you want to come,” I ordered.

“Please can I come, Mistress?”

“Yes.” She called me mistress! If only I could get her to Reading regularly she could do Michelle’s and my washing and ironing. Michelle makes me iron her knickers! Some are only a few bits of ribbon! I don’t really have sex with Michelle, Sir controls that aspect of our relationship. I love being Michelle’s slave but I think having Anita as mine will be better.

As I was still in the dining chair I had her straddle me. “Are you going to be mine?”

“Yes please Mistress,” she whispered.

“And you want to obey me?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress,” she was looking down at my tits.

“I live quite far away so you will have to come to me when I tell you to.”

“Please Mistress, I have a job as you know which I cannot afford to lose,” she pleaded with me.

“You will give me a regular update of your shifts, I will work around them. I may come here when it suits me. We will communicate on facetime in the meantime. Now pour some more wine.” I moved to an armchair, threw a cushion on the floor and indicated that she could sit there. I put some more lipstick on her, God she looked a mess, a delightful mess.

We did some more kissing just to put more lipstick on each other before having another bath. We washed each other and then dried each other, I had her dry my hair and finished the wine while she dried her own. I took her hand and led her to the bed, I picked my side of the bed and we got in, both of us naked. We held hands and eventually went to sleep.

Going round and round in my head was all that had happened today, ginger, gaffer tape and Anita. How was I gonna make my dominance of her work? We live so far aside and neither of us have much money. What about Michelle? I went to sleep with lots of questions but no solutions.

Anita

I was so glad Heather took the lead, when she said, I think jokingly, no bra or knickers my heart skipped a beat. I almost said ‘yes mistress’, I ran to the corner shop. When I returned Heather was sitting naked and told me to take my dress off. Yes, yes, yes. She made me kneel to put lipstick on me and I knew I was hers, my pussy did too! She was soon ordering me about and I loved kissing her putting the lipstick on her body. I love the taste of her pussy and the ignominy of licking her bum hole. If I can’t have Sir regularly then I will love and serve Heather.

Heather

I woke with a wonderful feeling of wellbeing. Anita was asleep laying on her side facing me, looking so innocent. I ran my finger over her top nipple, she has big tits, definitely a D cup and in the shop I manage we have the perfect corset to pull in her waist and push out her tits and arse.

Playing with her nipple slowly brought her round. She opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled. “Good morning mistress,” she whispered rather shyly. “May I kiss you?” hell my pussy churned, God yes.

“Yes,” fuck me may she, of course she may. She came across me, her large tits brushing mine and gave me a loving kiss. The kiss lasted a long time before I broke it off. “A cup of tea,” I giggled imitating the master we had just left.

“Yes master,” giggled Anita. She got up, put the kettle on. “We have no milk mistress.”

“Put a dress on and go and get some,” I ordered.

“No underwear, mistress?” she asked with a smile.

“No underwear, you may wear shoes,” I pointed to a pair of three inch heels. I was not gonna make it easy for her. I liked this and decided I would discuss us sharing a flat in the Reading area. I’d like to have my knickers ironed!

Anita

I opened my eyes and was looking directly at Heather, my mistress. I asked if I could kiss her. She sent me out for milk in just a dress and high heels. I like the feeling of no underwear even though my boobs tend to jiggle alarmingly but I hate walking in these heels. While we drank our tea Heather said I should move to Reading with her.

“Can I stay with you for a week as a trial?”

“A good idea, take a week’s holiday and stay at my flat, now take your dress off, on your knees and kiss my pussy.” She jumped down and knelt between my legs.