Incident: Chapter 2
...An unexpected discovery unveiled significant connections between one's biological sex and sexual orientation, with the noteworthy difference in the putamen cluster's size for homosexual women influencing the results from a scientific study on the relationships between the hypothalamus, putamen, and sexual orientation.
...Jolene, who had long been a trusted neighbor, played a pivotal role in my life following a terrible accident that required hospitalization. Her swift presence in the emergency room and subsequent offers of assistance to safeguard my home until my return allowed me some peace of mind during a tumultuous time.
...A few months after my discharge, I went to a local liquor store and bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate my return. I returned home to find Jolene, and we proceeded to enjoy a glass of champagne together. As we reminisced about the past, I noticed subtle but significant changes in her demeanor. My newfound gaydar picked up on these cues, revealing that she too was attracted to women.
...Jolene was one of those "hidden gems" in my life I hadn't expected to discover. Our casual conversations suddenly had an added layer of excitement as my gaydar alerted me to her interest in me. As I studied her more closely, I observed her focused eyes, darting from my features to my body. A short while later, I made my intentions clear by ensuring that she could only look at my form from the corners of her eyes.
...I invited Jolene into my bedroom, where I shared my newfound awareness and promptly initiated an intimate encounter. We kissed passionately, trading long, lingering glances. Jolene's body tensed, punctuated by little squeaks of desire.
...As I prepared to transition to the dominant role in our situation, I recognized that my post-accident brain changes had given me an emergency-born urge to be in charge and exert control over my partners. It was as if a switch had been flipped, allowing me to embrace my newly acquired bisexuality and the urge to dominate our sexual experiences.
...I guided Jolene to the center of my bed and instructed her to recline on her elbows, still watching me intently. I grasped her hand and carefully tied it to the bedpost, ensuring it wouldn't slip. She seemed unsure, her expression a curious mix of apprehension and anticipation. Watching me intently, her reservations melted away.
...Despite the bondage aspect, I reassured her, she enjoyed the experience and feeling of vulnerability and submissiveness. She was mesmerized by the nipple play, letting out small moans and whispers as the pressure increased. She writhed in anticipation and need as I became more and more excited by the control this dominating role afforded me, the opportunity to tease and push her toward climax.
...I wanted to stop time and relish in Jolene's pleasure, savoring every soft moan, hot exhale, and telltale sign of arousal as she reached for fulfillment. It felt absolutely glorious to be the one in control, executing my desire to connect with this new part of myself through her. I had found my calling in life. It gave me pleasure to surrender to the dominant aspect of my sexuality, and she would be by my side as I embarked on this new path.
Tugging hard on the rope around her wrist, she took in a sharp breath and let out a low, almost inaudible growl. I could see her1 experiencing the strain it was causing, her muscles tightening slightly. Giving it a sudden yank, it remained firm. Watching it around her limb, she moved her wrist back and forth, feeling the bonds securely binding her.
Remaining silent, she didn't protest.
Pleased with her wrists' restraint, I switched to her ankles. With deliberate aggression, I pulled hard on the rope, her moan echoing throughout the room. She tried pulling on the rope again, testing its strength, but it only held. Repeating this process with her other ankle, her moaning grew louder. Her wrists received more attention, her breathing becoming raspy.
I then moved on to her ankles. Her pleading tugging on each limb followed suit. It was her turn for the wrist test. Taking my time, I started binding the appropriate wrist, the anticipation in her breathing becoming more intense. Each tightening brought on the hot, rhythmic panting I'd heard earlier. Forcing a smile, I couldn't help but marvel at her helpless vulnerability.
With her spread wide open, her nipples hard and erect, I took in the image of her. The swollen puffy labia begging for attention. Her bush, perfectly trimmed, pointed straight at the source of her need. Her open mouth, breathing heavily. She kept her teeth clenched, but the urge for release was evident. Leaving her wrists for last, I made sure each leg's ties were everything they needed to be. It wasn't long before she was completely immobilized, her body pushed against the bed's legs.
Standing for her to see, I undressed leisurely, prolonging the experience. Still with her eyes set on me, grasping desperately at her restraints, I stripped slowly. Her eyes were transfixed on each article of clothing as it disappeared. I touched her with each new layer I took off, sending her on another frenzy. Her chest heaved and her forehead glistened with perspiration.
There could be no doubt at this point – my neighbor was a lesbian. She had volunteered to be restrained. Gently pleading for more stimulation, her eyes gleamed dangerously.
Pulling down my shirt first, her eyes widened. She moaned loudly. Dropping my pants, her fervor increased. Between her jagged breaths, her body writhed desperately, her sheer desperation palpable. Dodging over to my closet, I dug out my bra and panties, which I laid next to her. Struggling mightily, she managed to reach for them, her hands coming up short. Her desperate attempts continued until I muttered an audible sigh, drawing her attention away.
I found myself attempting to imagine what was going on inside her head. For months, she may have been secretly fantasizing about me, her innocent friend. Consumed by the thought of me, she came home every night, discarding her clothes to imagine me. Needing an outlet, she pleasured herself in secret, lethally.
Suddenly, that fantasy became reality. Totally relinquishing control, the tone changed. Desperately gasping for air between her kissing mouth and mine, she dared pin her gaze on my private parts. She stared, but never touched them. Trust permitted her to yearn for something more forbidden.
I grinned at her.
"Hurry up, you naughty lesbian slut. Lick that pussy!" I instructed her.
She took a deep breath upon hearing my commanding tone, groaned deeply, and tried to pull on her restrained wrists and ankles like the captive maiden she was as I positioned my thighs and lowered my drenched inner lips to her face. Her reluctance was minimal. Her tongue quickly started lapping me, generating a moan. My clit was burning madly as she used her clever tongue to flick it. Then she pushed it inside me. Then she flicked it across my sensitive button again.
At this point, I moaned.
I tried awkwardly to reach behind me and located the top of her slit with my fingertips. I brushed them over her clit.
"Ummmmm!" I moaned, "That's it, Jolene. Lick that pussy. Suck your neighbor's crotch, you bound damsel..." And so on. Dirty talk to describe the situation exactly through rougher language.
This combination of actions stimulated not only our bodies but our minds as well. She moaned numerous times and pushed her face even more hungrily between my legs. Licking and licking.
I couldn't last more than four and a half minutes, so I began to bounce up and down on her face a bit rough. Afraid I was hurting her. But not too much. She was strong. She endured it and, judging by her moaning sound vibrating my inner lips and the way her head shook back and forth, took the tongue buried in my crotch. She sent me into orgasm.
While I was experiencing orgasm, I clumsily pressed my fingers against the clit displayed in her tightly tied legs. The intensity was highly disordered because I was becoming drunk with my own excitement. I think I was also a little rough on the clit trapped between her legs. Still, it was the best I could do given my state of arousal and distraction.
To be honest, at that time, she was thoroughly lost in her bound and naked female damsel mindset, with her face mounted in me and tongue engaging in her tongue piercing. The scream of pleasure I uttered during climax was a big turn-on for her.
She responded by taking whatever wayward fingers I had on her at the climax and pushed hard into her lower region. As I screamed out my climactic yell, I heard her groan and ram her face even further into me. It was like she was using my vagina as part of her bondage and Jolene let loose with her own series of muffled groans and screams as she felt my crotch with her face.
The vibration from her reactions combined with the shock of the novelty caused me to have three strong climaxes in a short time span. I'm pretty sure she also climaxed. She was in a submissive mindset, wholly submitting her entire body and mind to me and her fantasies.
The night was wonderful.
When I realized I was crushing her with my weight at the height of this and I rolled off her, placing myself by her side. I lay near her with one leg spread out over her breasts, panting while she gasped and gasped for air, recovering from her climax.
Of course, we both enjoyed it. I ended up spending the night and the next day as well.
Initially, she needed to work the day after, which was sort of fortunate because I know I was a bit sore and I think she was too.
The two of us had a lot to discuss and think about that week.
Both of us were coming to terms with this new reality, at least she had suspected her attraction to me ahead of my accident. But the lesbian aspect was new territory for me. Also, this unusual craving for bondage and dominance was new to me as well.
I'd like to say I hesitated, but I didn't. Instead, I'll admit I have never felt more alive. I have never felt more fulfilled in sex. Before, I'd experienced all that bliss, that riding-the-clouds feeling, but this time, it surpassed every prior experience. Jolene and I were fully drawn into our relationship. Kissing, caressing, grabbing, touching each other at any opportunity.
It was exciting!
Jolene showed up at work the following Friday while I was considering finding employment suited to my post-accident condition. As soon as I opened the door, I was surprised to see Sylvia Grimes standing on my doorstep.
I examined her closely. She appeared a bit lost, confused, and indecisive for a mature woman. It seemed like she was questioning herself about her presence there. We hadn't communicated since the day in her office. On a whim, I welcomed her with a smile like a child, then offered her an invitation: "Come in."
She hesitated, uncertain, but obeyed.
She spoke incoherently about wondering how I was doing. I didn't pay attention. I was captivated by her energy. It was tinted with pink. Her gaze kept darting over me, and my supernatural vision detected the subtle tremors as her eyes explored various parts of my body. Breasts, nipples, hips, and crotch—all the sensual areas.
She desired me.
She had on a light cotton dress.
I embraced her and began to kiss her without a second thought. She moaned while I embraced and pressed herself against me vigorously. I knew her intentions. Her thoughts had been focused on me and us. I kissed her passionately.
I managed to undo the buttons on this dress in about five minutes.
I disrobed her in about seven using her slip as well. There she stood, breathless and excited, wearing only a pink bra and panties. I smiled at her, took her hand, and led her into my living room, where she removed her shoes at the entrance.
She looked surprisingly seductive in pink panties and stockings.
To be honest, I doubt she could believe how quickly things had advanced. She sought me out repeatedly, almost desperately, yearningly.
I took out a piece of clothing line from a drawer where I had stored it after tying Jolene up a few nights ago.
The surprise factor was minimal.
I displayed the rope in plain sight. She stared at it, panting and breathing harshly. Those captivating breasts of hers rose and fell in her bra, attracting my gaze. She longed for answers, for certainty that I was sane and not crazy. Yet, her aura pulsated in a bright red. She knew its purpose. She wanted me. She wanted us.
I backed her up and depleted the clasp on her bra. She groaned as I pulled it off her arms, sliding it down to the floor while caressing her rigid nipples. I cupped her breasts, delighted with their weight. Lovely.
I secured her wrists behind her back.
She whimpered and attempted to dislodge her bindings. Thinking back, her hazy speech and movements could be seen as fearful, but there was a keen desire underneath it all.
She looked breathtaking, with her pert breasts jiggling while she pulled and tugged on her rope restraints.
"I'll be tying your hands now." I stated gently near her ear. It was her choice.
She almost whimpered audibly. She didn't utter a 'no.'
I clamped down her wrists tightly.
She made a series of 'hmm' sounds, half in discomfort, yet turned on.
She looked incredible with her big breasts moving up and down due to her discomfort and arousal! Tugging on her bonds several times, she swayed her hips and stomped her foot. Exposing her assets didn't seem to faze her at all.
"Alice!" She cried out, unsure of her situation.
The front door opened, and Jolene entered, chatting.
"Alice, whose dress is that..." She noticed Sylvia, nearly naked and tied, standing in our living room.
"Alice!" I addressed warmly. "Jolene, meet Sylvia Grimes." I motioned to her, watching her pull at her rope restraints and shift her weight.
"Sylvia..." She squirmed, uttered loudly with a mix of confusion.
I inserted my hand into Sylvia's bare back and pushed her head toward Jolene.
"Sylvia, this is Jolene." I continued casually, as if a bound woman in the living room was routine. "She stays with me here now." I waved at Jolene, who seemed to be unmoved by this news. "Jolene, Sylvia is a newborn lesbian. She's only been with me. Fantastic, isn't she?" I patted her bottom over the panties. "Sexy, huh?" The silver gaze of mine followed Jolene's eyes as they tracked her breasts. We both seemed to be mesmerized by them.
Sylvia's expression conveyed a mixture of shock and embarrassment at the exposure of her naked-bondage state to another woman.
I kept her back straight and positioned her face near Jolene.
"Sylvia, this is Jolene." I repeated, maintaining a relaxed demeanor. "She resides with me here now." Jolene shifted her head abruptly. I hadn't broached the subject of her residential permanence. It seemed Jolene wasn't opposed to the idea.
Sylvia looked at me pleadingly, begging for her release. She feared becoming a sex toy for two other women. While a small part of her may have enjoyed my flattering comment.
I took control of the situation.
"Sylvia needs more knowledge in the realm of women. So do I, for that matter. Whenever Sylvia visits this home, she'll be our esteemed guest, Jolene. Feel free to join her, dear. Her schedule permitting." This thought seemed to intrigue Jolene. She couldn't help but observe Sylvia's figure. She found it appealing. Sylvia, however, remained silent and eyes glanced from me to Jolene, contemplating my words. She was being placed in the submissive role in this three-way relationship. If she wished to halt the process, she could do so now. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
I smiled at Sylvia and kissed her softly on the lips, comforting and calming her.
"Beautiful!" I exclaimed, praising her eagerly.
I took Jolene by the hand and ushered her into the bedroom.
"Perhaps we should undress, Jolene?" I suggested.
Jolene's gaze lingered on the partially undressed woman before us. Her nipples were stiff and erect. The woman, desperate, squirmed, attempting to loosen her restraints.
"Should we not inform Sylvia of our plan, dear?"
The sound of Sylvia breathing heavily behind us and the sight of her flushed face suggested her interest.
I declared, "Join us, Sylvia? We'll share in your pleasure, shall we?"
A stricken look flashed across her face, indicating the internal struggle she endured. Her breasts heaved with each breath. It wasn't fear or panic, but excitement. I imagined her sopping panties.
"Join us?"
Her aura intensified, signaling her desire.
Our plans were becoming reality. Jolene and I led a captivated Sylvia into my bedroom.
"Jolene, darling, will you allow me to spank you?"
Jolene appeared to consider it. Women longing for lesbian experiences may reconsider upon encountering it in real life.
I pressed my body against Jolene's back, engaging in a passionate kiss. Sylvia let out a soft whimper, witnessing our display. In a way, her pity for her bound, half-naked self was a part of her personal identity.
Sylvia's blaring aura caught my attention. I envisioned the scene unfolding: Jolene lying on the bed, face-down; Sylvia, still tied, burying her face between Jolene's legs, her lips working their way in; Jolene, winding her body, enjoying the sensation and grunting; Sylvia, fighting to free her hands, wanting to please further.
Jolene, moaning feverishly. Sylvia, moaning just as hard, moving her head side to side in an attempt to work her tongue further. Her mind, though, was conflicted. She was aroused, yet two contrasting emotions contended.
I imagined my fingers thrusting in and out between Sylvia's vaginal folds, eliciting heightened pleasure.
I wanted to give her a wonderful experience that would make her want to return.
"This won't be an ordinary relationship." I announced to no one in particular. "We'll share something beautiful - two women, one man, and a party eagerly anticipating her first bondage experience."
I pulled Jolene close, and we shared another passionate kiss. I heard an inaudible whimper from Sylvia in the background, her mind perhaps reflecting her submission.
But this was no ordinary relationship. These incredible women were becoming more than just intimate companions. They were an integral part of my life in every way.
The idea filled my heart with joy, and we proceeded further into my room.
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