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    Forbidden pleasures – 1

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    Oh God, there it was…that sound. The sound that she craved. The sound that never failed to send her ***** into spasms. It was the notification that Tina had written her next demand on the instant message screen. A shock wave shot through Bette’s body, knowing that one simple sound, could finally bring her the command, that would allow her the release, her mind and body were now, not so silently screaming out for.

    Not wanting to take her hand away from its assigned duty, Bette resigned herself to the fact, that the only way she could read what Tina wrote, was to stop her manipulations for a moment, to lift her hair away from her face. Panting with expectation, she thought, “Please….please let this be the one.”

    She shook her head one more time in disbelief at her predicament. Never in her life had Bette Porter allowed herself to be put in this position. A position where she was so vulnerable. A position where she had freely given up every ounce of control. A position where she was so completely, and utterly at someone else’s mercy.

    She had known from the moment she and Tina had looked into each other’s eyes, all those years ago, that this was the woman who, if she chose, could have tremendous power over Bette. But, never in her wildest dreams, did she think that Tina would use that power in quite this way.

    In fact, during their seven and a half years together, before their split, and now in the six months, since they had reunited, Tina had never even attempted to create the scenario that they both now found themselves. For in this one online conversation, Tina had somehow been able to create an atmosphere, in which Bette had eagerly agreed to be totally submissive to her, and her sexual whims. However, this acquiescence by Bette, had left her unable to physically touch herself in any way, until permission was granted by Tina.

    It was only after that permission was given, could Bette pump, stroke, and grind her way to her release. However, she could only pump her fingers inside herself when Tina said so, and at the speed she dictated. She could only stroke herself precisely where, and at what pressure Tina allowed. She could only grind her hips how Tina instructed….if she let her grind them at all. And Tina, at least this Tina, was very specific as to how she wanted Bette to behave. Last, but certainly, not least, it was only after Bette received the final word from Tina, could she allow her body to finally let go, and rejoice in what was sure to be the most powerful ***** of Bette’s life.

    *****!!! The tall, statuesque woman didn’t know how much more she could take. She knew her body would explode soon, permission granted, or not. Her legs, spread wide, were shaking uncontrollably and growing weaker by the moment. She had never known herself to be so wet, watching with surprise, as a steady stream of her juices, made way down both legs, and hands, literally coating the wall behind her. Lifting her head, and moving her hair back with her slick fingers, her eyes shone with lust, incredible want, and with what had been her constant companion since this online conversation started……..pleading. “She wouldn’t make me wait any longer, would she? Oh God,” she groaned out loud, knowing that with Tina’s newfound power, and how she seemed to nestle quite comfortably into the dominant role, that Bette truly didn’t know the answer to that plea. She therefore found herself asking the question once again. “How on earth, did we get here?”       TBC? Only if you want to find out.

     

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    Comments

    1. you must have been dropped on your head as a baby to not know the answer to that question. should i say NO just for the hell of it. NO. i cant say it. you must continue.

      and MIATIA – butts up against the wall. ROFLMAO

    2. OK That is not all that cool I was sitting here at work waiting for release myself. PLEASE POST SOON I never leave comments so please understand my urgency…BTW great start

    3. You stop just like that and want to know if we want it continued? Thats funny!! I have already come to the realization that this is a ploy used by many FF writers and as a reader I am not going to beg you to continue.

      Ok, let me stop lying……I’M BEGGING!! DONT STOP!!! CONTINUE!!! PLEASE!!!

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