This is something very different for me. Different from my other stories, that is. I read Fifty Shades of Grey and I didn’t think it was very good. The writing seemed poor and the sex seemed a bit tame for that type of story. But what do I know, I’ve never tied up a girl in real life, just in my imagination. Anyway, I decided to write my own story. But I don’t have time to write 150,000 word books, so not fifty shades, this is more like four shades of…Megan.

Collar

Violet was feeling tired from wandering around the shopping mall so she decided to get a cup of coffee, as much as anything so that she could sit down at a table and get the weight off her feet. She was sitting there, sipping her coffee when she noticed another woman across the room standing in line to get her own coffee. Attractive. In fact very attractive. Like Violet she was Chinese ethnicity. Very petite, maybe only a tiny bit over 5 feet tall. Short hair. Black of course. Big eyes. She was wearing a cream-colored summer top that her breasts rounded out nicely, the perfect compromise between being flat-chested and busty. Violet’s eyes dropped lower. She was wearing grey pants, nicely tight around her ass. She obviously knew she looked great and dressed to show herself off. She was probably less than 30. The woman glanced in her direction and spotted Violet looking at her. She felt as if she’d been caught staring and quickly looked away.

The woman went and sat at a table a couple away from Violet. When Violet saw out of the corner of her eye that she was looking in a different direction, she took another look. She was definitely pretty. The woman turned back and caught Violet looking at her again. Violet didn’t look away and the woman smiled. She picked up her coffee, walked over and sat down on the other chair at Violet’s table without asking if it was okay.

She said nothing, but looked at Violet. Her big eyes meant that Violet felt like she was being aggressively inspected. In a way she was.

“I’m Violet,” she said when the silence got too much for her. The other woman smiled but still said nothing. Her gaze was so intense that Violet felt uncomfortable. The fact that she was so pretty was also intimidating. Violet was rarely tongue-tied.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” the other woman finally said. Violet was stunned at her directness. She’d never dare ask anyone that upon first meeting. And not just because most girls are straight. The other woman continued to look at her, waiting for her to answer.

“No,” Violet said quietly, wondering if she ought to pretend, but also intrigued. She’d been out shopping not expecting anything unusual to happen and now she was having a conversation that definitely had possibilities.

The woman didn’t say anything more at first. It was as if they were having a conversation in slow motion.

“But you’ve had girlfriends?” she said finally.

“Yes,” Violet said.

“A lot?”

“Just a few.”

The other woman sat there, completely comfortable in the silence. Violet had no idea what she might be thinking. She didn’t even know if she was into girls.

“You’re very pretty,” Violet suddenly blurted out.

The other woman looked at her, seeing the desire in her eyes. “You want to do me,” she replied matter-of-factly, a statement not a question. “See me naked.”

Violet wasn’t sure whether the conversation was going in a good or a bad direction, but for sure she wanted to find out. She hadn’t really thought about the other woman being naked yet but now she’d brought it up she knew she’d love to see her out of her clothes. And more. Experience that sweet moment when her tongue touched another woman’s pussy. But it was so odd talking about it in a public café. She was still a stranger. A pretty stranger, but still a stranger.

“My name is Megan,” she said suddenly. She paused. “Are you obedient?”

“How do you mean?”

“I’m not like other girls. I have to be in control. If you are going to be one of my girlfriends you have to be obedient.”

Violet thought for a moment. “Usually I’m the dominant one,” she said.

“I want you to prove you’re obedient,” Megan said.

“Like how?”

“I want you to go to the bathroom. I want you to take your panties off. I don’t want you to do up your zip. I want you to walk back here like that. No panties, unzipped.”

Violet realized it was a challenge. She sat there for a moment wondering if she dared to do it. She knew that if she did then something would happen with Megan, although she had no idea what. If she did not then Megan would disappear from her life. She took a deep breath and went to the bathroom. She slipped off her pants and panties before pulling her pants back on and slipping her panties into one pocket. She buttoned up her pants but did not pull up the zip. As she walked across the café feeling half-naked, although realistically nobody could see anything. She sat back down. Megan leant over, briefly slipped her hand inside Violet’s zip, and pulled it out again. Nobody else in the café would have seen a thing. Violet had felt Megan’s fingers as they touched her pubic hair.

“I don’t like pubes,” Megan said. “Shave tonight.”

Megan reached into her purse and brought out a short piece of white rope about two feet long. Both ends of the rope were partially unraveled. She also got out a metal spike and a pair of scissors.

“Do you know what this is?” she said.

“No idea,” Violet replied.

“It’s a collar. Like a leather collar for a dog but more discreet. I like rope. Soft rope like this. It’s very sensual.”

Megan got up and came and stood behind Violet. She looped the white rope around Violet’s neck. Violet could feel her doing something at the back of her neck with the spike and the scissors. After a few minutes Megan sat back down. Violet reached up and felt around the rope. Megan had skillfully spliced the two ends of the rope together. There was no knot, just a continuous loop of rope around her neck. The only way to remove it would be to cut it.

“Wow, you are good with rope.”

“You’ve not seen anything. Wait until I tie you up.”

Violet felt a flutter in her pussy at the thought of being helplessly bound while Megan did…well, whatever she wanted.

“Do you know what a safeword is?” Megan continued.

“Yes.”

“It’s ‘scissors’. Because scissors cut rope. But if you use it…”

“Yes?”

“I’ll take the collar off too. It’s over.”

Somehow Violet had agreed to nothing but now seemed to be Megan’s girlfriend. Or her slave. Or something, she didn’t really know what. But she wore Megan’s collar. For some reason it seemed important to do what Megan wanted. If she used the safeword and lost the collar it would seem like an admission of defeat, an admission that she wasn’t good enough for Megan.

It was less than half an hour since she’d walked into the café. Sometimes life is full of surprises. They exchanged phone numbers. Megan got up and left. Violet sat still a bit stunned at what had just happened, apprehensive about what might happen next. She suddenly realized her pants were still undone and quickly zipped herself up.

That night Violet took off her clothes and got into the shower. The warm water cascaded over her body as she took a razor and shaved her mound, something she’d never done before. The part she could see was easy enough but when it came to her lips, out of sight around the curve of her body, she was nervous that she might cut herself. But she managed. She stepped out of the shower and dried.

She looked in the mirror. Her darker skin contrasted with the white rope collar of Megan’s ownership around her neck that she could not remove. Whiter even than her untanned breasts. She looked a lower to the other white area of her body. It was strange to see her slit, bare and exposed. She’d not seen it since she was a little girl. Of course back then she didn’t have the tongue of her inner labia peeking through like she did now. There was no way anyone would mistake her pussy for a little girl’s.

Violet slipped into bed. She let her fingers explore her newly bare pussy. She felt so different. Where there used to be hair there was now the smooth fleshiness of her mound and her outer lips. She didn’t usually masturbate at night, the morning was more normal, but her pussy felt so sensitive that she had to try it out, take it for a test drive. It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of her orgasm to be building up. She reached up and felt the rope around her neck, imagining what possibilities might come about from her having let Megan put it there. She slowed her fingers down, taking a few extra seconds to savor that special feeling as her climax climbed to the point of inevitability. She imagined Megan, naked, her legs spread wide, her pussy on offer. As Violet imagined pushing her tongue into Megan’s body her orgasm blasted into her own pussy, the familiar feelings of pleasure gradually diffusing through her body.

Cane

Violet arrived at Megan’s apartment.

“Take your clothes off,” Megan ordered as the front-door closed. Violet stripped off her clothes and stood waiting. She was a bit self-conscious since, to her surprise, Megan didn’t also take her own clothes off. She stood there, fully dressed, similarly to the day they had met in a pair of plain pants and a top.

Violet could see down the hallway to the living room. To one side the door was open where she could see a bed. She presumed that was Megan’s bedroom, a room where she was hoping for an invitation. But instead Megan opened a door on the other side of the hall, took Violet’s hand and pulled her in.

Violet was stunned. The room had no window. The walls and ceiling were all wood with various rings and brackets. In the centre of the room was a low padded table with splayed legs, like a smaller version of a gymnastic horse. The room was lit with candles.

Megan ordered Violet to bend over the table. She lay down on the padded top, pressing her breasts against the soft leather. Megan tied her left ankle to the base of one of the legs with soft rope. She then criss-crossed two ropes all the way up, wrapping them both around Violet’s leg and the table leg, binding them together. Violet could feel her tying a knot at the back of her thigh just below her ass-cheek. Then Megan tied the other leg to the table in the same manner. She came around the front and tied Violet’s left wrist to a leg and criss-crossed two ropes all the way up Violet’s arm and tied a knot near her shoulder. Finally Violet’s right arm had the same treatment.

With her arms and legs tightly bound to the table, despite her body being free she couldn’t move at all. She felt very vulnerable knowing that her legs were spread wide and her pussy must be exposed between her thighs.

“Before you can enjoy the bright sunny uplands,” Megan said, “you must first descend into hell.”

Violet had no idea what she was talking about and she couldn’t really turn her head to see what she was doing. Suddenly she whooshed a cane through the air. Violet half expected it to land on her ass but Megan was just taking a practice stroke. Violet shivered at the thought that Megan was going to cane her. How had she gotten into this? She just wanted to lick Megan’s pussy. Now she was trussed up unable to move. She was sure it was going to be painful.

The cane swooshed through the air and Violet heard rather than felt the crack as it landed across her ass-cheeks. And then the pain hit as if someone had laid a red-hot iron bar across her ass. Intense agony burst through her. She cried out. She’d have loved to put her hands back to rub her ass to ease the pain but she was completely immobile. Gradually the pain faded in intensity until it was a dull throb.

Megan waited for the full effect of the first stroke to fade before she lifted the can again. It almost hissed through the air before stopping on Violet’s defenseless ass with another loud crack. Pain exploded from Violet’s ass again. Even though she was trying to grit her teeth she cried out loudly. She felt tears well up in her eyes. Megan ran her fingertips over Violet’s ass. Violet could feel the raised welts where the cane had landed. She guessed she must have bright red stripes across her pale ass.

Megan stood their waiting, letting Violet endure every last twinge of pain from the second stroke. Then another whoosh and a crack. Violet screamed as another agonizing ribbon burned across her ass. She started to sob, tears running more freely now. She thought about using the safeword but she also knew she wouldn’t.

Megan came around the table. She bent down. Violet lifted her head up. Megan kissed her for the first time. The two women’s tongues intertwined. Then she moved up a little, licking away Violet’s tears and kissing her on her eyelids. It felt very tender and loving.

“Only two more strokes,” she said quietly as she stood up again. The little moment of mercy was over.

Violet gritted her teeth as she heard the cane descend, heard the contact with her unprotected ass, felt the sudden sting of impact. Her ass was continuously throbbing now, the pain didn’t go away between strokes. Violet started sobbing again.

Megan came back and kissed Violet again. “Soon it will be over,” she said between kisses. Once again she licked Violet’s tears from her face. It felt very affectionate.

Violet lay there waiting. Megan delayed and delayed, letting Violet’s anticipation become almost unbearable. She touched the cane to Violet’s ass, letting it rest there a moment, letting Violet imagine what it would feel like the next time it touched her ass. Violet felt herself shiver with fear. Megan lifted the cane. It whooshed through the air, if anything louder than on the previous strokes. Megan was putting everything into the last stroke. Violet shrieked even before it touched her, she knew it would be too painful for her to bear. She howled as the tears flowed freely. She gritted her teeth again as the torture in her ass peaked and gradually spread out into a generalized soreness.

She felt Megan rub something cool onto her ass, some sort of lotion. Her fingers gently rubbed the lotion all over Violet’s cheeks, not pressing too hard. The lotion felt good and it reduced the pain. She let some lotion dribble between Violet’s ass cheeks. Her fingers descended, first rubbing lotion onto Violet’s asshole. Then her fingers slipped between Violet’s pussy lips. Megan pushed her finger into Violet’s vagina. Violet was surprised how wet she seemed to be. Megan finger-fucked Violet a few times. Violet’s sobbing turned to moaning as the pain in her ass faded and, at least temporarily, turned to pleasure in her pussy.

Megan went away for a moment. When she came back she was wearing a large strap-on cock. It was a realistic flesh color. It seemed very large but since Violet had never seen a real erect cock she wasn’t really sure. Megan still hadn’t taken off her clothes, she was wearing the harness over them, making it look even more incongruous. The petite Chinese woman, fully dressed, with a huge pink cock sticking out angrily. Violet watched as she dribbled lube onto the head. It looked obscene as she stood there stroking the huge cock and spreading the lubricant all over it. Megan moved out of sight behind Violet.

“What’s the largest thing you’ve had in here?” Megan asked, fingering Violet again.

“Just a couple of fingers.”

“You’ve never had a boy?”

“No.”

“Or a toy?”

“No.”

“So this will be a thrill,” Megan said, positioning the head of the strap-on cock between Violet’s labia so that it just nestled in the entrance to her body. When Megan pushed forward Violet felt like she was being split in two. She thought it might feel like being fingered only more so, but it was a completely different feeling. It felt like a wedge was being driven into her pussy, distending her and stretching her lips tight around it. Megan pushed her hips forward. The thick plastic rod gradually entered Violet’s cunt, stretching it wide for the first time in her life. Violet groaned. The feeling in her pussy was so intense, just past the point of being painful.

Megan started to fuck Violet. Gradually Violet’s body relaxed and the cock moved more easily within her. The pain of the initial penetration transformed into the pleasure as each stroke of the cock drove the arousal in her body to higher levels. Violet’s groans turned to moans. She felt Megan’s finger at her asshole again, rubbing the lotion in a small circle.

“Oh my god,” Violet squealed. As her orgasm began, Megan drove her finger into Violet’s asshole. Violet felt her orgasm in her cunt as it throbbed on the plastic cock inside her. It felt totally different from when she masturbated, a much stronger level of feeling. Her whole body seemed to be pulsating with pleasure. Somehow, being trussed up unable to move intensified everything. It was as if nothing but her cunt existed, as she lay on the table and Megan pumped wave after wave of pleasure into her with the dildo. Her whole body quivered with joy.

Megan pulled out of Violet and took off the harness. Violet felt Megan undo the ropes that held her legs. Then she moved around to the front and kissed Violet again. She continued to kiss her as she released Violet’s arms. She helped Violet to her feet. Her ass still throbbed from the caning and her pussy from the rough fuck. Megan took Violet’s hand and took her across the corridor to her bedroom. The girliness of her bedroom, with its pink walls, was a total contrast to the dim room across the hallway.

“I’m yours. Do whatever you want,” she said, holding her hands above her head. Violet reached out, grabbed the hem of her top, and pulled it off. She reached behind Megan and unclipped her bra. Then she undid Megan’s pants.

As Violet pulled down Megan’s pants she was surprised to discover she wore no panties. Instead she had a soft white rope, almost identical to the one around her own neck, that ran around her waist. From the rope waistband she had two more pieces of rope than ran down her front, cutting into her body between her thighs and her outer lips. Megan certainly had a thing for rope. She turned around and Violet could see that there was a single rope that cut up between Megan’s ass cheeks and was then spliced into the waistband.

“Do you like it?” Megan asked. “I spliced it together this morning just for you.”

“How do you take it off?”

“You can’t. You have to cut it off. I make a new one each time I’m in a ropy mood.”

Megan slid onto the bed. Violet looked at her. Naked, she was just as pretty as Violet had imagined. She was slim. Her perfectly proportioned breasts were topped with little brown nipples. She was waxed smooth and somehow the ropes accentuated her slit the way they squeezed her lips.

Megan spread her legs. Her pussy was framed by the two white ropes. They squeezed her lips and somehow made her pussy even more sexual than normal, fleshy outer lips and little latte-colored inner lips that just peeked out between.

“Have you had boys?” Violet asked as she examined Megan’s pussy for the first time.

“A few. When I was a teenager. I’ll try anything a few times. Mostly girls and girl-toys though.”

Violet reached forward and touched Megan’s pussy lips for the first time. She slipped a finger between them. Not surprisingly Megan was dripping wet. Obviously caning Violet and then fucking her was a total thrill for her.

Violet bent down and kissed Megan’s pussy. Megan sighed with pleasure as Violet’s tongue pressed into her opening. Megan’s juice tasted sweet as Violet swirled her tongue inside the entrance to her body. She slid up until the tip of her tongue found Megan’s clit. Megan’s body jerked and she let out a little squeal when she first touched it.

Violet circled her tongue around Megan’s clit, nudging against it from all directions. Each time she pressed against it, Megan let out a little sigh of pleasure. Violet let a fingertip hover just inside the wetness of Megan’s vagina. Megan pushed her hips forward slightly, taking a little more of Violet’s finger inside.

“Fuck me with your finger,” Megan demanded. Even when she was being submissive she couldn’t completely give up control.

Violet pushed her finger deeper into Megan’s tight pussy and started to slide it back and forth. At the same time she continued to lick Megan’s clit. Gradually she worked a second finger into Megan. Megan was moaning almost continuously, lost in her own world of arousal. Megan reached down and grabbed hold of the white rope around Violet’s neck, her collar.

“Don’t stop,” Megan whispered.

Violet knew she was on the cusp of cumming. She licked her clit a little harder and faster and it was all Megan needed to get there. Her body jerked back and forth while her orgasm flooded her body with pleasure, as if she was having a minor fit. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, don’t stop.” Megan’s hips jerked back and forth and it was all Violet could do to keep her tongue anywhere near her clit.

“Oh Violet,” she sighed as the final ripples of her climax faded to nothing. She pulled the collar a bit tighter around Violet’s neck. “I’m so glad you let me put this on you. Usually it takes weeks.”

Violet slid up the bed alongside Megan. The two women kissed. Violet let one of her hands slide onto one of Megan’s breasts, feeling the nipple, still hard, pressed against her palm.

“How do you mean?” said Violet.

“Usually it takes weeks for me to persuade a girl to be obedient. To completely give up control. Somehow I just knew you’d do it when I saw you looking at me with those lustful eyes. It was touch and go when I told you to take your panties off. You were close to not doing it.”

“I’m usually the seducer.”

“Not this time. How was it today?”

“Being caned was fucking painful. I’ve never been treated like that.”

“But it’s such a turn-on. Didn’t you cum harder than ever when I fucked you?”

“Well I’ve never been fucked before like that. With a cock. But I can’t deny it was really powerful.”

Crotch-rope

Violet was once again at Megan’s apartment. After her painful experience the time before she was reluctant to come, but Megan promised she’d not be caned this time. Violet was pretty certain that Megan would have something in mind. Something involving rope.

Megan made her strip in the hallway again, and once again kept her own clothes on. She led Violet into what she thought of as the torture chamber. Violet was pleased that the low table that she’d been tied to for her caning was no longer there. There was a rope hanging from a pulley on the ceiling with a hook on it.

Megan picked up a piece of the soft white rope she used and wrapped it back and forth in a figure-of-eight pattern binding Violet’s wrists together. Then she lowered the rope from the pulley and hooked Violet’s wrists to it. She pulled the rope through the pulley until Violet’s arms were pulled above her head.

Next Megan picked up a wooden bar. It had a metal ring at each end. With two more pieces of rope she fixed Violet’s ankles to the bar so that her legs were spread leaving her pussy once-again defenseless.

“You’ve never been crotch-roped, have you?” Megan said.

“No,” she said. “I don’t even know what it is.”

Violet suddenly realized that it didn’t sound like it was going to be pleasant. She hoped it would be worth it to earn the right to play with Megan’s beautiful body again.

Megan undid another rope on the wall that ran up to a pulley on the ceiling. The other end of the rope appeared to be attached to a bucket of some sort. She threaded the rope between Violet’s legs and then did something behind her. The rope tightened until it just gently pressed against Violet’s body between her legs. Megan came back and carefully positioned the rope so that it ran along Violet’s slit. She spread Violet’s labia, one to each side of the rope. The rope felt rough on her clit. It then ran up behind her between her ass-cheeks.

Violet stood there, her legs spread and her hands pulled above her head. A rope ran from behind her, down to her ass, through her pussy, up to the pulley on the ceiling and down to the bucket.

Megan stood in front of Violet. She reached out and caressed one of her breasts. She leant forward and kissed her.

“Be brave for me,” she said.

She walked away and turned a lever. A stream of water poured from a pipe on the ceiling into the bucket. Violet could feel it immediately. The extra weight in the bucked pulled the rope tighter and it cut deeper into her pussy. It definitely crossed the boundary from being sore to being painful. Megan turned the lever again and the stream of water reduced to just a dribble. It would take a long time but gradually the bucket would fill with water and the tension of the rope on Violet’s pussy would increase. The pain would go from bearable to…Violet didn’t dare think about how agonizing it might be. She tried to distract herself by estimating the size of the bucket and what it would weigh when full. But the rope in her pussy made complex thinking impossible. It was going to hurt was the limit to what she could conclude.

Megan stood watching Violet as the trickle of water increased the weight of the bucket and the rope cut deeper between Violet’s lips. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse. Violet watched as she opened it. She wore no bra. Instead her body was clad in rope. It went from her shoulders passing between her breasts in a deep V and then vanishing into her pants. The rope emphasized her breasts. Violet could see her nipples were hard with excitement.

Megan slipped off her pants. The ropes the descended across her belly were spliced together into a single rope that ran through Megan’s own shaved slit and into pussy. She was crotch-roped too, although without a steadily filling bucket increasing the tension inexorably. Somehow the rope on Megan made her look even prettier than when she was just naked. Besides, a Megan without rope somewhere on her body would not be Megan.

Megan came and stood in front of Violet. She moved forward and kissed Violet.

“I’ll be back soon,” she said. And before Violet could say anything she left the room leaving Violet with nothing to distract her from the relentless pain in her pussy as the rope slowly, ever so slowly, tightened in her slit.

Violet expected Megan to return almost immediately but she did not. Minute after minute the rope tightened in her crotch and Violet felt more and more helpless. She gritted her teeth to try and make it easier to withstand but that only helped for a short time before the rope tightened some more. Violet felt her eyes watering and then tears started to run down her face.

Megan came back in. Just as she had when caning Violet the time before, she kissed Violet, licked up her tears and kissed her all over her face.

“Only ten more minutes,” Megan said. She walked across the room and turned over a large hourglass. The sand started to run from the upper globe to the lower.

Megan left the room again. Violet stood there, trying to focus on the hourglass, urging the sand to flow faster. Would the sand run out before she couldn’t stand the pain any more? And what then? Megan wasn’t even there for her to beg for mercy. To use the safeword. She sobbed, completely frustrated at her predicament, abandoning any sense of pride, just a sense of despair. The pain in her pussy was worse than the pain on her ass when Megan had caned her.

Violet was sobbing freely when Megan returned. She kissed Violet again.

“Only another minute or two,” she said. “You can do it, brave girl.”

“I can’t,” sobbed Violet. “I can’t take it. It hurts so much.”

Megan stepped over the rope that ran through Violet’s pussy. She pressed her body against Violet’s. Megan’s breasts pressed against Violet’s, her mound pressed against Violet’s. Megan lowered herself a tiny bit and took just a little of the tension in the rope with her own pussy. Even though the pain only relieved very slightly it was a huge relief.

Megan kissed Violet again, driving her tongue into Violet’s mouth. She reached up and cradled Violet’s breasts, flicking her nipples with her thumbs, doing her best to distract Violet from her tortured pussy lips. Violet tried to stop sobbing but it was just too much.

Finally the sand ran out of the hourglass. Megan pressed down harder, taking most of the tension of the water bucket herself. The acute pain in Violet’s pussy stopped almost instantly and was replaced with an insistent throbbing. She felt like her pussy would never be the same again.

Megan squatted down, pulling the rope completely from Violet’s pussy. She leant forward and gently kissed Violet’s fleshy outer lips. Then her tongue slipped between her inner labia. They were so sore that Violet cried out. They felt very swollen, as if they were twice their normal size, although Violet could not see that part of her body, of course.

Megan’s tongue found Violet’s clit, still tender from the severe crotch-roping that it had endured. Gradually Megan’s tongue coaxed Violet’s clit back to life and, while her pussy was still aching horribly, at least the pain was starting to be diluted with a little pleasure.

Violet was surprised that Megan could do it. The bucket was still filling with water and the rope now ran over Megan’s own pussy while her tongue worked its magic in Violet’s. Perhaps the rope that Megan had already threaded over her sex provided a level of cushioning.

Megan reached up between Violet’s legs and pushed a fingertip between her labia. Violet squealed as another jolt of pain shot through her pussy. Once Megan’s finger was inside her, it was fine. It was just her lips and her clit that were so sore.

As Megan’s tongue expertly caressed Violet’s clit and her finger caressed the inside of her vagina, gradually Violet felt the inexorable pain in her pussy replaced with the inexorable built up of her orgasm.

“Oh yes, keep going,” she moaned as her climax approached. And then her body burst into a fanfare of pleasure. She could do nothing to stop rocking her hips back and forth. Megan stood up and the rope suddenly was back in Violet’s pussy. Her crotch was an explosion of contradictory feelings. The waves of her orgasm mixed with the waves of pain from the tight rope suddenly rubbing on her clit and labia again.

As Violet’s orgasm ran its course, Megan squatted back down again, pulling the rope from Violet’s pussy. She leant forward and coaxed the last little ripples of pleasure from Violet’s clit with her tongue.

Megan released Violet from her ropes and once again led her into her own bedroom.

“There are scissors in the bedside table drawer,” Megan said.

Violet opened the drawer. There were indeed scissors in the drawer, but also an array of toys. Violet picked up the scissors and also an L-shaped purple double-ended dildo, shaped like two cocks joined at a right-angle, one larger than the other. Violet took the scissors and cut the ropes that Megan was wearing and pulled them off her body, finally uncovering her pussy.

Violet lay alongside Megan. The two women kissed. Violet caressed one of Megan’s breasts. Then she let her hand slip lower until she found the top of her slit. She started to finger Megan.

She sat up and picked up the dildo and rubbed the head of the smaller cock up and down on her own lips to lubricate it. She pressed a bit harder and her body opened up to accommodate the plastic cock. It went in a lot more easily than the dildo that Megan had fucked her with the previous time.

Megan spread her legs, pulling her knees up toward her shoulders, offering her pussy to Violet to do as she wished. Violet looked down. It looked incongruous the way she now had a purple cock sticking out of her where normally, as a woman, she could see nothing.

She moved up the bed and positioned the other cockhead in the entrance to Megan’s cunt and pushed her hips forward, guiding the purple penis into the petite girl’s pussy. Megan sighed with pleasure as the cock slid into her. Violet started to fuck Megan. She had to reach down and hold the L-shaped dildo to stop it slipping from her own pussy.

“Oh I’m so close,” Megan moaned. “Crotch-roping is so insanely exciting, especially at the end.”

Violet laughed. “I should be torturing you, not trying to give you an orgasm.”

“Oh fuck. I don’t want a cock in me. Too manly. I want to feel your pussy. Woman to woman.”

Violet pulled the dildo out of both of them. She lay so that she was scissored between Megan’s legs, the two of their pussies rubbing against each other. She’d never tried doing that before but it was surprisingly arousing. The two women rocked their hips, grinding one set of pussy lips against the other. Violet’s lips were still tender and super-sensitive from the rope, but somehow that added to the intensity of what they were doing.

“Oh yes,” Megan moaned, rocking her hips faster still. Her body shook as a powerful orgasm wracked her body. Violet felt like she could detect the heat flood into Megan’s pussy as she started to cum. Once again Megan’s orgasm was like a seizure, her hips thrusting around randomly as she completely lost control of her body. Violet did her best to keep moving her pussy against Megan’s to prolong the orgasm as long as possible.

Then Violet moved up the bed, wrapped her arms around Megan and kissed her as she gradually came down from the heights of ecstasy.

“Wasn’t that wonderful,” Megan said.

“That’s not the word I’d use,” Violet replied.

“But you were so cute with the crotch-rope in your pussy, doing everything you could to endure it for me. The way the rope cut between your lips was beautiful. And I love the taste of your tears.”

“Your idea of fun is to inflict pain. It’s not my idea of fun to receive it.”

“Yes it is. You love it. You get completely aroused.”

“Hmm. I do get aroused, I admit. But I’m so afraid when I come here. Somehow not knowing is the worst. Just knowing it will involve ropes and pain but not knowing more.”

Clenched-fist

By now Violet was used to the ritual arriving at Megan’s apartment. She would strip naked standing in the hallway, to the right the heaven of Megan’s bed, to the left the hell of the torture room through which she would have to pass. Her pussy still was sore from the crotch-roping, she hoped at a minimum that some other part of her body would suffer this time.

Megan, still fully dressed as usual, took Violet’s hand and pulled her into the dimly lit wooden-walled room. There was a low leather covered footstool in the middle of the room.

“Lie on your back on it,” Megan said.

The footstool was shorter than Violet’s body so that when she lay on it most of her head and most of her ass were off the two ends.

Megan grabbed a handful of ropes off a big hook on the wall and brought them over.

“Pull up your knees,” she ordered.

Violet pulled her knees up towards her breasts, aware of just how obscene a position it was, like something out of a porno movie. Megan took two ropes and wrapped them several times around Violet’s calves and thighs, so she would not be able to straighten her legs. Then she wrapped a rope several times between Violet’s calves and thighs and back up around the back of her neck so that she couldn’t put her legs back down. Finally she took a long rope and threaded it under the footstool before criss-crossing it across Violet’s body and around her arms, tying her to the stool. Violet was trussed up, unable to move her legs or arms, her pussy and asshole completely exposed.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” Megan said. “I can’t resist a little lick.”

She bent down and Violet felt Megan’s tongue in amongst the folds of her sex. Despite the uncomfortable position Violet felt her pussy moisten with desire. But at the same time she was fearful. She was sure Megan hadn’t tied her up like this to simply enjoy licking her pussy.

Megan lifted her head up. “I’m not going to let you cum,” she said.

She lowered her head and started to run her tongue over Violet’s clit. The fact that Violet knew Megan would stop and leave her frustrated meant that she tried not to get too aroused. But Megan was too skillful with her tongue and Violet was soon sighing with pleasure. Megan’s tongue was inside her, on her clit, between her labia, on her asshole. Violet’s crotch was a mass of wonderful feelings.

When Megan had Violet close to orgasm she got up, leaving Violet with a feeling of emptiness, lack of closure. Her body ached for the orgasm that would be long-delayed. Her pussy felt like it was dripping. She could feel juice running down from her pussy to her asshole.

Megan came back over with a large bottle of what Violet assumed was lube. She stood so that Violet could watch. She held up her hand.

“It’s all going inside you,” Megan said.

Violet had never been fisted before, nor fisted another girl. She’d seen it on porno videos and it had looked very intense. At one level it seemed impossible that a fist would fit inside completely, but on the other hand a vagina was flexible enough to let a baby’s head pass through…although the largest thing she’d had in there was Megan’s strap-on cock.

Megan showed Violet her fingers. She covered her little finger with her thumb so that her three middle fingers made a sort of conical beak. Megan dribbled lube onto those three fingers. Violet felt them press at the opening to her cunt. The three fingertips were about the same diameter as the dildo. Megan pushed and Violet felt her body open, her lips spreading to let Megan into her body. Megan pushed her hand forward slowly but firmly. Violet could feel her body opening up as the wider part of Megan’s fingers gradually forced their way into her body. Megan twisted her hand back and forth, screwing her fingers into Violet’s cunt. It was borderline painful but also surprisingly exciting to have something so large forced into her pussy for the first time.

Megan started to fuck Violet’s cunt with the three fingers. Between the lube and Violet’s own juices, she moved easily inside Violet. Suddenly Megan pulled out of Violet. She held up her hand again so that Violet could see. She slowly lifted her thumb releasing her little finger, and once again grouped her fingers, four of them now, into a conical beak.

“Are you ready? You may need to be brave.”

By now Violet knew that when Megan said anything about being brave she meant that it might hurt so much she’d end up in tears. “It’s a good job you’ve got small hands,” she replied.

Megan’s fingers were back probing between her lips, seeking out the opening to her vagina. She pushed forward, pressing all four fingertips into Violet. It felt like she was being split in two, far and away the largest thing she’d ever had inside her. Bigger than any man’s cock, she guessed. At least she wouldn’t have any worries if the situation ever arose where she was attracted enough to a man that she him to fuck her.

Once again Megan started to fuck Violet with her fingers, rotating her hand back and forth. She would fuck Violet for three or four strokes and then push really hard and twist her hand, forcing a Violet to open up a little bit more, and forcing a little more of the cone of her fingers into Violet’s pussy. Each time Megan pushed hard, Violet groaned or squealed, depending on how painful it was. It was very sore having her body spread open so forcefully. Megan may be petite but she was stronger than she looked. She completely ignored any noise Violet was making, totally focused on getting more of her hand into Violet’s pussy.

“Nearly,” Megan said. Violet wasn’t sure what she meant. It was hard for her to think since the feelings in her pussy were overwhelming her brain.

The next time Megan pushed hard and twisted her hand, it was as if Violet’s body had finally given in. She screamed. Her cunt suddenly felt full. Full of Megan’s hand she assumed. Only Megan’s thumb remained outside her cunt. It felt totally different from anything she’d experienced before, nothing like fingers or a toy. So much thicker. Her cunt was spasming on Megan’s hand, fighting the unexpected incursion.

Megan started to fuck Violet with her hand. It felt like she was being attacked by a huge piece of wood. But gradually her body grew accustomed to being stretched out and the pain faded to be replaced with a gradual, growing feeling of excitement.

Megan pulled her hand out of Violet and dribbled more lube onto her hand. She pushed her thumb and her fingers together. Violet felt Megan’s fingers in the entrance to her cunt again. Megan pushed and the tips of her fingers entered Violet’s pussy easily. Megan screwed her hand back and forth, working more and more of her fingers into Violet, gradually distending and stretching Violet’s pussy. It was painful and Megan was merciless in the way she thrust her hand into Violet’s body, pushing hard and working herself in deeper and deeper. Violet started to whimper. She felt tears running down her face.

“Ready?” Megan asked.

“Oh god I don’t think I can take it,” Violet said between sobs.

“Oh but you can.”

Megan pushed hard. Violet felt her body yield. She squealed in surprise and pain as she felt Megan’s whole hand enter her.

“That looks so sexy,” Megan said. Of course Violet could see nothing but she could imagine the sigh of Megan’s wrist in the entrance to her pussy, her lips wrapped around it, Megan’s whole hand concealed inside.

Megan started to move her fingers, moving her hand back and forth and clenching and unclenching her first inside Violet. It felt like there was a wild animal inside her pussy, scrabbling around. Violet had never felt anything like it. She felt Megan’s finger on her clit too, stroking her.

“Cum for me,” Megan whispered as she fucked Violet with her fist and caressed her hard little clit. As Violet’s body became accustomed to Megan’s fist inside her, the pain faded and was replaced with familiar feelings of arousal. It still felt odd to have Megan’s whole fist moving around inside her, she’d never felt so full. And, of course, Megan knew just how to touch her clit to maximum effect.

Violet felt her orgasm winding up inside her.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, which was her way of announcing she was about to cum, since Megan wasn’t actually showing any signs of stopping.

“This is going to feel great,” Megan said as she rubbed Violet’s clit hard and fast. It was all Violet needed and her body erupted in orgasm. She could feel her whole vagina pulsating on Megan’s fist, feel her body flooding with the juice of her passion. It felt totally different from any orgasm Violet had experienced before. Somehow with her pussy full of Megan’s hand, she was stretched in a way that intensified the way her body pulsated with pleasure. Violet let out a long loud groan as Megan rotated her fist back and forth deep inside Violet’s cunt.

“Fuck, your muscles are strong,” Megan said as she felt Violet’s climax squeezing her fingers. As Violet’s orgasm died away, Megan pulled her hand out of her. Violet felt empty having got used to Megan’s fist inside.

Megan came and kissed her. “Good girl,” she said as she started to undo the ropes that held Violet to the stool.

She took Violet’s hand and led her to her girly pink bedroom. She knelt on the bed with her back towards Violet, unzipped her pants and slid them halfway down her thighs with her panties. She bent forward and spread her cheeks. Violet could see Megan’s asshole, a brown starburst darker than the rest of her body.

“Lick my ass,” Megan ordered.

Violet bent forward and did something she’d never done before, that maybe she’d never even expected to do. She gently licked the tight pucker of Megan’s asshole.

“Stick a finger in me,” Megan said.

Violet rubbed Megan’s asshole, now slick with her own saliva, and then pushed. Megan’s asshole was tight, very tight, like an elastic band wrapped tight around her finger. Megan groaned as Violet’s finger entered her. Violet started to finger-fuck Megan’s ass. Gradually her asshole relaxed a little.

Megan reached under her pillow and tossed a strap-on cock and harness to Violet.

“Don’t be gentle,” she said.

Violet stepped into the harness and worked out how to buckle it up.

“Do you have some lube?” Violet asked.

“Lube is for wimps. Just spit on your hand and wipe it on the cock.”

Megan looked incongruous on the bed. She was still basically dressed except that her pants and panties were far enough down to expose her ass. She had her legs as far apart as she could, but she was using her hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, almost opening up her asshole. Violet spat on her hand and then she rubbed her hand over the knob of the cock so that it glistened.

Violet positioned the plastic dildo on Megan’s asshole. She wasn’t really sure how hard to push, it was all new territory to her.

“Harder,” Megan said. Violet jerked her hips forward and Megan’s asshole distended around the plastic cock and the knob vanished inside her. She groaned at the invasion.

Violet started to work the cock back and forth in Megan’s ass. As her body grew accustomed to the large rod being forced into it, Violet started to fuck Megan deeper, first half the cock and eventually the whole cock vanished inside the petite woman.

“Oh my god, yes, keep going, you’ll make me cum.”

Megan reached between her legs and started to stroke her clit while Violet continued to fuck her with the thick plastic cock.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Megan squealed and her orgasm hit her. As always her body shook like she was covered in insects and was trying to shake them off, or shivering violently with cold. She squirmed and trembled and moaned as she kept on cumming and cumming.

Violet pulled out of Megan mid-orgasm. She pushed three fingers into Megan’s ass and gently coaxed a few more gentle ripples of pleasure, fucking the now-not-so-tight ring of muscle with her hand. Finally Megan pulled off and flopped onto her front on the bed, naked only between the middle of her thighs and her waist.

She rolled over onto her back. With her legs and top clothed it was impossible for Violet not to look at the slit of Megan’s pussy, her smooth fleshy lips with the deep groove dividing them.

“Next time no pain. Only pleasure. Intense pleasure,” she said.

Controllers

The next time Violet went to Megan’s, she was worried that somehow she would have forgotten her promise of no pain this time. Especially when, as usual, Megan made her strip naked in the hallway while she kept her own clothes on. But then she guided Violet into her bedroom and not into the torture chamber.

“Your turn to get some rope underwear,” she said. She made Violet lie on the bed. She started by making two loops of rope that ran just above and just below Violet’s breasts, squeezing them a bit like a push-up bra. Then she took a piece of rope and made her a waistband, splicing it together so there was no knot just like the collar that Violet barely noticed any more. This time Violet could watch as Megan expertly undid the strands of both ends of the rope, interlaced them through each other with the metal spike and trimmed off the excess until it was almost impossible to see the join. She’d clearly done it hundreds of times before.

Gradually Megan wrapped Violet’s body in more and more rope, some spliced, some with large complicated decorative knots.

“It’s called Japanese bondage,” she said. “It’s not so much to immobilize as it is an art-form. You are more beautiful with the rope than naked. It’s the rope version of ikebana, Japanese flower-arranging.”

When she was done, she got her camera and took some photographs as Violet posed on her bed. She hoped Megan was trustworthy. They were hardly the sort of photographs she wanted her friends to see, never mind her co-workers.

Megan took a box off her dresser. She got out something shaped like a plastic butterfly. It had long fine white ropes hanging from it, strings really. She positioned the butterfly so that its abdomen was pressed into Violet’s slit, just resting on top of her clit. Using the strings she fixed it in place so that the butterfly itself was where Violet’s pubic hair used to be with the long tail vanishing out of sight into the furrow of her sex.

Megan got something else out of the butterfly’s box. Violet squealed in surprise when suddenly the butterfly pressed against her clit buzzed hard.

“Oh my god, it’s a vibrator. A remote-controlled one.”

“Go and get dressed now. No bra or panties.”

Violet pulled her pants and top back on. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. It was odd knowing that her body was covered in a grid of ropes because she looked completely normal. Well, except that it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples poked through her top rather obviously.

She wrapped her arms around Megan. She wasn’t the least bit surprised that she could feel ropes under Megan’s clothes too. Sliding her hands around while they kissed, she soon felt Megan wasn’t wearing a bra or panties either. Just rope.

The two women went to a local bar and got themselves a beer. It was a weekend lunchtime and the bar was fairly crowded. They managed to find themselves a table. Violet felt a bit odd sitting there with ropes under her clothes and no underwear, as if everyone could see through her top and her pants.

Megan put her arm around Violet and whispered in her ear. “I want you to cum for me,” she said. She must have flicked the switch since the butterfly in Violet’s sex started to buzz again.

“You won’t make too much noise will you,” Megan said.

“No, I can cum quietly,” Violet said. “I share a bedroom with my sister.”

Megan laughed. “Does she cum quietly too?”

“I’ve never noticed her cum, so I guess either she doesn’t masturbate or she’s good at being quiet too.”

“Haven’t you asked her?”

“Gosh no.”

“Is the butterfly working?”

“Totally. I’m getting a bit aroused already.”

“Shall I tell you a fantasy? Would that help?”

“For sure. I love discovering other women’s fantasies.”

“What do you think my fantasy is about?”

“I have no idea, but I bet it involves rope.”

Megan laughed. “I do rather have a thing for rope, don’t I?”

“Oooh.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Just…I’m feeling warm. Is my face flushed?”

“A little. So I’m afraid all my fantasies are about boys.”

“That’s fine. I only watch straight porn too.”

“And in my fantasies I’m always the submissive one, tied up and raped, that sort of thing.”

“In real life you are totally the opposite.”

“I know. So here’s one. It’s ancient China or somewhere. Doesn’t really matter that much. I’m a girl in the village. I’m the prettiest girl in the village so the most valuable as a slave.”

“Well, you are really pretty.”

“Thanks. So in order to save the village from starvation I’m sent to be sold to the big city nearby where there is a slave market. The way the market works is that each female slave has her arms and legs roped to a big wooden X that is hinged at the center. We are carried into the slave market by strong naked men with huge cocks. We are naked too of course. They open up the wooden X so that our legs are spread. The buyers come and inspect our pussies. Sometimes they have to be naked too and they decide how pretty we are by how fast they get hard.”

“I’m close,” Violet said.

“Sometimes the naked men that carried us in have to fuck us hard to prove we are orgasmic or something. Basically anything so I’m tied up and fucked.”

“Hold me while I cum,” Violet said quietly.

Megan wrapped her arms around Violet and kissed her.

“Here it comes,” Violet said.

“Cum for me.”

“Oh gosh, can you feel it,” Violet whispered as her body flooded with pleasure radiating out from the little butterfly vibrator on her clit. Megan held her tighter as Violet trembled in her arms, only tiniest moan escaping her mouth.

“Turn it off, it’s too much,” Violet said.

Megan flicked the switch in her pocket and the butterfly fell quiet. She kissed Violet again as the dying embers of her climax cooled.

“Wow, that was hot,” Megan said. The two women looked around. Nobody near them seemed to have noticed anything unusual.

“I’ve never cum in public like that. It thought it might be scary, maybe even too scary to get there, but it was erotic.”

“Let’s go and do it again. Somewhere else. Even more crowded.”

“Really? That’s easy for you to say. You aren’t wearing a vibrator.”

“Actually I am.” Megan put a small controller with a switch on the table. Violet flicked the switch. She casually brushed the back of her hand over the front of Megan’s pants. She could feel the vibration. Violet flicked the switch off again.

“But I should warn you. I can cum quietly, not make too much noise. But you’ve seen me cum. I can’t stop my body shaking like I’ve got an earthquake inside me. That’s why I’ve never dare to try cumming in public before.”

The two women finished their beer and left the bar. They went into the nearby mall and sat at a table outside Starbucks.

“I’ll go and get us some coffee,” Violet said. As she walked off she flicked the switch that turned on the vibrator in Megan’s pants.

“Bastard,” she said. But she smiled.

Megan was definitely breathing a bit harder when Violet got back with the coffees. The place was filling up. A couple of women who had been shopping asked if they could sit at the other chairs at the table so Violet immediately agreed.

The four women talked about nothing in particular. Well, three of them did. Megan could barely concentrate enough to participate in the conversation.

“It’s going to happen,” Megan suddenly said cryptically.

“Are you OK?” Violet said.

“Hold me.”

Violet wrapped her arms around Megan just as her body started to twitch and shake.

“Oh my god,” said one of the other women. “Is she OK? Should I call an ambulance?”

“She’s fine,” Violet said as Megan thrashed around in her arms. “Minor medical problem. It won’t last long. It happens sometimes.”

Megan gradually became calm. Violet put her hand in her pocket and flicked the switch on the remote, turning it off.

“Are you alright?” the other woman said to Megan.

“I’m fine. Just let me get my breath back.”

“Are you sure? Should I get you a glass of water?”

“No thanks. I’m really fine.”

The two other women got up, leaving Violet and Megan alone again.

“Shit that was amazing,” Megan said. “I’ve never done that before. I can’t stay calm like you when I cum.”

“It was pretty wild. I think everyone thought you were an epileptic.”

“Let’s go home. I want to get you naked again. You look so pretty in all those ropes.”

Soon the two women were naked on Megan’s bed.

“Have you ever tried erotic asphyxiation?”

“I don’t think so. What is it?”

“It’s where you restrict the oxygen flow to the brain. You get euphoric. It increases giddiness and pleasure. It’s absolutely the most intense orgasm you can imagine.”

“How on earth did someone discover that?”

“Apparently they noticed centuries ago that men in public hangings got erections. So I guess someone decided to try it without the hanging part.”

Megan reached into her bedside table drawer and got out a huge vibrator, a Hitachi magic wand. She turned it on and it made a very loud buzzing sound. She pressed it between Violet’s legs onto her pussy. Violet practically leapt of the bed it was so strong.

Megan moved the vibrator’s head back onto Violet’s pussy.

“Oh my god,” Violet moaned, “I don’t think I’ll last more than a minute with that monster.”

Megan grabbed the collar around Violet’s neck and twisted her hand so that it tightened around Violet’s neck. Violet started to struggle a little but Megan kept the rope tight and the vibrator on her pussy and clit.

Violet couldn’t breathe but the vibrator on her pussy was making her excited faster than she could ever remember. It made her own fingers seem positively sluggish in comparison.

As time passed, Violet’s desire to breathe got worse. Would she cum before she passed out? Her orgasm was already coiling up inside her like a spring. Sometimes, especially when she masturbated, the spring would not get very compressed before she came, a small orgasm, a small helping of pleasure. But other times, especially when a girl licked her, the spring would seem to get more and more compressed until finally it released in an explosion of contractions that consumed her whole body.

Her arousal reached the point where she knew she was just about to cum. She was desperate for air, Megan still had the collar tight around her neck. But her arousal just went on increasing. She was desperate for orgasm, desperate not just for the sexual release it would bring but also so that Megan would release the collar and let her breathe. She’d never felt anything like it. But the Hitachi continued to drive more and more arousal into her body. She was tense all over, her body almost rigid. She was making a weird noise, a sort of moan that could not escape due to the rope around her neck, more of a grunt.

Suddenly her body twitched as if she’d been electrocuted. She started to shake like Megan did when she came. She actually saw stars and flashes. Her pussy was clenching with powerful spasm that she’d never felt before. Her toes curled up and she even felt her orgasm in her scalp as if her hair was going to stand on end.

She reached up and clawed at the collar. She had to breathe. Her orgasm was still going. Finally Megan released it. Violet took a huge gulp of air as Megan lifted the vibrator off Violet’s still trembling pussy.

“See?” Megan said.

“Wow. That was amazing. Terrifying too. I mean not being able to breathe like that. I thought I was going to pass out.”

“Apparently JFK, president Kennedy, used to have secret service agents hold his girls under the bathwater so that their vaginal contractions were so strong they’d make him cum.”

“That sounds a bit apocryphal to me. But having just experienced that I suppose it is possible.”

Coda

Violet met Megan at a bar. Once they had a beer they sat there not saying anything. Finally Megan broke the silence.

“You want out, don’t you?”

“I can’t do it any more. You are too intense. Too…just too strange. Too ropey.”

Megan reached into her bag and took out her scissors. She reached over and cut through the rope collar Violet had been wearing since the day they first met.

“I release you,” Megan said.

“I’m sorry. Are you disappointed?”

“It’s fine. You lasted longer than most girls. Once I crotch-rope them they never come back. Or they use the safeword. It is way too extreme for them. Their innocent Asian upbringing doesn’t prepare them for the dark side.”

“Let’s face it. Asians don’t talk much about sex. Their innocent Asian upbringing barely prepares them for the normal stuff. So what were you planning on doing to me next?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Tie you up for sure. Have you ever had a hot pepper rubbed on your pussy? Played with acupuncture needles? Been tied up ignominiously and then had a parade of strangers inspect your body like at a slave market?”

Violet laughed. “You are seriously weird, you know.”

“Do you know what I’d like? I’d like to say goodbye to you properly.”

“Say goodbye properly?”

“Take you back to my bedroom. Just have plain girly lesbian sex with you. Fingers and tongues. No ropes. No pain. Not even any toys.”

“I’d like that,” Violet said. The two women finished their beer and left the bar.