It was a cool afternoon and Janie was hurrying to Ruth Ann's apartment. She had received an email order to be there promptly at 2 o’clock and she didn’t want to be late.

She had met Ruth Ann in a chat room and they had corresponded privately for several months. In her emails and instant messages, she had discussed her hopes and fears and outlined just how far she wanted to travel down this new road. Ruth Ann had been just as honest that she was serarching for a new slave and described her expectations for potential applicants.

This was her first submissive interaction in the real world and she was very worried about what the Mistress was going to have her do. The email had just given her an address and a time and told her not to speak unless expressly given permission to do so.

When she arrived at the brownstone building, the door was slightly open. She pushed it further and was surprised to find a very attractive woman standing naked in the living room. The hair on the woman's head and between her legs was dark brown. She looked to be in her early thirties.

“This is Jacqueline,” Ruth Ann told her. The Mistress was sitting in a leather armchair that was placed opposite of an old fashioned, wooden and upholstered couch. She was wearing a pale grey suit with an ivory blouse. She smiled cruelly at the look of trepidation that Janie shot her. “You didn’t think that I would be touching you myself, did you?” she asked.

Janie didn’t know what to think. She was in a stranger’s apartment, facing a nude beauty and she could already feel her panties growing damp. She shrugged slightly and Ruth Ann beckoned Jacqueline forward.

Jacqueline walked up and Janie could see she was carrying a leather collar. She was a few inches shorter than Janie and she had to reach up to strap it around Janie’s neck.

Flinching backward at the touch, Janie shot a quick glance over at Ruth Ann. The Mistress just raised a single, elegant eyebrow and nodded her head toward Jacqueline. Janie sighed and held still to allow Jacqueline to attach the collar. Then, Jacqueline picked up a leash, clipped it onto a d-ring on the collar and led Janie to the couch.

Janie followed the beautiful older woman. She didn't want to be tugged across the room. Once at the couch, Jacqueline dropped the leash. She reached up and started to unbutton Janie’s shirt. Hoping to make things easier, Janie reached up to take over the unbuttoning process. Jacqueline slapped her hands away. Embarrassed, Janie dropped her hands to her sides.

As Jacqueline undid the shirt she paused after each button to hold open the shirt for Ruth Ann’s inspection. Once the blouse was completely unbuttoned, Jacqueline walked around behind Janie and pulled it off. Still, without speaking a word, she undid Janie’s bra and pushed it forward off the younger woman's shoulders. As the cups fell away, Janie reached up instinctively to cover them. Before she could do so, Jacqueline grabbed her elbows and pulled back until they were almost touching behind her back. In this position, Janie’s breasts were jutting out toward Ruth Ann.

The Mistress nodded. “Not bad. You were accurate in your descriptions. I appreciate that.”
Blushing, Janie tried to stand up a little straighter. Janie next felt Jacqueline take a hold of both of her wrists. A couple of seconds later, her wrists were fastened together behind her back.

Jacqueline stepped back from her then and Janie stood there in the middle of floor, naked to the waist with a collar around her neck, a leash hanging between her breasts, and her arms bound behind her.

She couldn’t believe how fast her pulse was racing and how her breasts heaved with the force of her panting. Janie swallowed as she realized just how very helpless she had become in a very short period of time.

Jacqueline walked around in front of her. She held what looked like a rubber ball with straps in her hand. She reached out and pinched Janie’s nipple. Janie yelped, more in surprise than in pain. As she did so, Jacqueline's hand came up like lightening and shoved the red ball into her mouth. She tried to protest, but Jacqueline pushed her back onto the couch and followed until she was straddling the seated woman's lap. Within moments she had fixed the straps in place.

Jacqueline began to play with Janie’s nipples. Tit play always made Janie incredibly horny. While still toying with Janie’s nipples with one hand, Jacqueline pulled the leash up and tossed it over the back of the couch with the other. She eased the collar around so that the leash trailed from the back of Janie’s neck.

Ruth Ann stood up and walked behind the couch. She pulled the leash tight over the top of the couch and connected it to a secure hook on the back. Janie felt herself tied by the neck to the couch. Ruth Ann then affixed a Velcro strap attached to a cord around one bicep and pulled it all the way around the back of the sofa. She brought the cord around and tied it to Janie’s other bicep. Janie was now anchored to the middle of the couch and she was helpless as Ruth Ann returned to her seat.

Jacqueline removed Janie’s shoes, socks, and jeans. There wasn't much Janie could have done to prevent her. With a slight smile, Jacqueline positioned herself beside Janie on the couch. She started tweaking her nipples until Janie was once again in the burning with sexual passion. She felt Jacqueline's other hand beginning to rub her pussy through the panties She found herself lifting her hips in time with Jacqueline's motions. The panties were drenched with her secretions.

“I want to see the rest of her.”

Ruth Ann’s voice cut across the haze that was fogging Janie’s mind. Jacqueline gracefully slid off the couch. She placed her warms hands on Janie’s knees and pressed them together so that she could pull the panties off.

“Give me those.”

Respectively, Jacqueline crawled over to Ruth Ann with the damp fabric and presented it to the seated Mistress. She ducked her head and quickly returned to the bound woman.

Jacqueline grabbed Janie’s hips and pulled her to the front edge of the couch. Reaching under the couch, she found the ends of two soft cords, which had been attached to the rear legs. Pulling one of Janie’s feet to the side and back she secured the Velcro straps around her ankle. Then she did the same with the other ankle so that Janie’s legs were spread wide and a little ways under the couch. Janie had to stay on the very edge of the seat to avoid straining her muscles. She was completely exposed.

Spending the next few minutes in a leisurely exploration of Janie’s body, Jacqueline stroked and caressed every inch of the restrained flesh. In no time at all, Janie was responding to her touch with such intensity that she thought she would pass out. She had never been so aroused in her life.

Jacqueline sank down between Janie’s legs. Stretching up her arms, she massaged both breasts and the almost painfully erect nipples until Janie was panting with need. She slowly drew one hand down to Janie’s damp and tangled pubic hair. Carefully, she parted the strands and teased open the folds. She slowly inserted her index, middle and ring fingers into Janie’s cunt Jacqueline placed her thumb on Janie’s clit and pushed her pinky against Janie’s anus. Then she began to stimulate the whole area with gentle thrusts. Janie’s eyes opened wide and she grunted into the gag. The feelings were incredible. Within minutes her eyes were closed again and her nostrils were flaring with her heavy breathing.

“I don’t want her passing out. Take off the gag.”

Jacqueline's other hand, which had been working a nipple reached up and tugged the release on the side of the gag. Her other hand never ceased its motion as she pulled the ball out of Janie’s mouth. In the silence of the room, Janie’s breath was harsh and heavy. Jacqueline continued to pump; moving her hand faster and with more force. She leaned forward and sucked one of Janie’s nipples into her mouth.

The thrusting hand increased its tempo. Jacqueline’s lips and tongue worked in counter point to her hand action. Janie was heaving and moaning as she approached her first serious climax while in bondage. She felt completely lost in her sexual responses. Her arms were locked behind her back, hands clenching and unclenching. Sweat dotted her forehead and trickled down her sides.

Janie could feel the muscles in her groin tightening up. Her clit felt like it was alive with electricity. Jacqueline carefully brought her to the very edge of a climax and then pushed her over. Janie spasmed in ecstasy. Her toes curled and she threw her head back with her eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling.

Jacqueline eased her hand from Janie’s pussy and replaced it with her lips and tongue. She artfully flicked at Janie’s clit to prolong the orgasm as much as possible. Janie’s entire body twitched again and Ruth Ann clapped once. Jacqueline immediately broke off all contact and rose to her feet. Janie remained in her bondage as the two women left the room.

For a while, she sat in a torpor from the strength of her orgasm. As her brain started to get blood flowing back to it, she mulled on the experience. She marveled that any physical experience could be so stimulating. She shifted slightly as the continued bondage grew a trifle uncomfortable but she kept her peace.

Fifteen minutes later, Jacqueline emerged fully clothed. She came up behind Janie and bent down to kiss her on the cheek. Still without saying a single word, she walked out of the apartment.

Five minutes later, Ruth Ann reappeared. She pulled a chair over between Janie’s legs, and sat admiring her unashamedly. Finally, she reached down and undid the ankle cords. She released the arm bindings and removed the collar. Janie sat up, angling her back toward her as best she could both to avoid her eyes and to allow her to unbind her arms.

Ruth Ann took her wrists in her hands, but before she undid the restraints, she said, “You pleased me today. Now, I want you to go home. Think about what just happened and what your answer will be the next time I contact you.”

The End.