I know that in some of my previous tales I have mentioned my handcuffs
and promised to tell about when they were presented to me. I got them
from a friend of mine who worked for the California Department of
Corrections, but how she gave them to me was certainly unique.
I had been drinking at Archie's Bunker { a local watering hole for the
college crowd} and was with a couple of friends. We spent the typical
evening watching reruns of ALL IN THE FAMILY {how the bar got it's
name} and arguing over who was the bigger ass, Archie or Mike. I
didn't like Archie in the least, but I found Mike's attitudes to be as
offensive as Archie's. Mike thought that all women and minorities were
deprived, not because of the white males, but because they didn't know
better. But, I am digressing, and I'm sure that no one is interested
in that series anymore.
After the crowd started to thin, Sherry and I went to the parking lot
to drive back to our apartment. As I unlocked the door we were
approached by a woman of Amazonian proportions who questioned my
ability to drive. Had I been sober, I would have smelled a rat, as I
hadn't even put the keys in the ignition. I was 'arrested', handcuffed
and placed in the back of a correctional van. I nearly wet my pants to
think that I was actually under arrest. I was too surprised to
question anything and probably cried as the van pulled out of the lot
onto the boulevard.
I wasn't sure where we were going, but remember pulling into what I
thought was an abandoned factory, but was assured it was 'Central
Receiving'. The odor of rot and rats should have clued me in, but as I
said, I had had a few.
At the end of a corridor was a metal door through which I was led and
nearly screamed when I saw nothing in the room but a hook suspended
from the ceiling, two chairs and a small table and a musty cot. The
'officer' was constantly berating me for being arrogant enough to
endanger the entire city by my drunken driving and hinted at the severe
penalties for the offense. I began to sweat and shake, having recently
read articles about the torture chambers still active in some of the
more remote countries, and felt as though I was in someone's nightmare.
I was led to the center from the room and my 'cuffs' were attached to
the hook. Sherry was then seated in the chair and strapped down. The
guard was grinning wildly as she returned to me and started to tell me
that she was part of a group of law enforcement personnel who felt the
law too lenient and took on the responsibility of catching those
offenders who fell through the cracks.
I remember pleading with her not to hurt me and promised {as we all
would} that I would lead a pristine existence if she would overlook my
discretion. Her laugh and the severe manner in which she had her hair
done convinced me that I was giving her more pleasure by begging than
if I had struggled and called her names.
Typical of most sadists and torturers, she began by unbuttoning my
blouse and skirt while telling me some of the perverse ways to inflict
physical and emotional pain. My fears were somewhat eased when I
noticed that the only non-furniture item in the room was a small box on
the table. I also began to sober enough to notice that Sherry was not
the least concerned about our predicament.
As my keeper moved to the table, I began to demand my rights as an
American {why we are despised the world over} and she literally yelled
that I also had the right to be frigged until I passed out. To match
action to word, she opened the box and held out the contents, a number
of dildoes and vibrators. Although I had inklings about my lesbianism,
I had never used any appliances. Sherry and I had only recently met
and we had made love twice. Once, it started as mutual masturbation
and the second time she showed me how to lick pussy. {Our roles were
reversed rather quickly, but at the time I was a novice.}
The guard returned to me and suggested that I select my own tool or she
would select the largest and most painful. Naturally, I selected a
small and narrow vibrator, which she switched on to be sure that the
batteries were in working order. As soon as she was sure that they
were, she started running the pseudo-cock over my tits, causing my
nipples to become involuntary hard.
'I see that you like this', she said. My protests convinced neither
her nor Sherry that I didn't. She slowly moved the vibrator down until
it rested on my hair {before I started shaving} and I couldn't help but
shiver as the humming went were it would do the most good. I could
feel myself becoming wet and my earlier fears were fading as she gently
began to stroke my pussy lips and clit.
I realized that this had to be some type of game because her earlier
roughness was replaced by tenderness as she parted my lips and slowly
inserted the vibrator into my twat. I know I came immediately,
probably twice, because I was suddenly dripping with juices. I saw
Sherry get up from her chair, never really having been secured and she
came to the center of the room and explained that Laura was a friend of
hers who enjoyed these little charades. As Laura began to speed up her
frigging of my cunt, each took a nipple into their mouth and began to
lick and suck.
The third time I came, I asked that they might unhook me as my arms
were quite tired. After I was released, my arms virtually useless,
they led me to the cot and helped me to remove my clothes as well as
theirs. I have described Sherry before, but for those readers who have
not read previous stories, she has a youthful appearance. Her tits are
quite small, although her aureoles are quite large, and she had already
begun shaving her pussy clean. Her legs are long and thin and her
blonde hair very long and straight. Laura, on the other hand, shaved
neither her cunt nor her underarms.
After we were all situated on the cot, both explained how I was now
going to be introduced to the aspects of women's love. I was a little
scared and felt as I did when I lost my cherry to first boyfriend. The
difference was like night and day. He was much less understanding and
it seemed as though he only lasted two minutes before rolling over and
falling asleep.
Laura was the first to replace her words with actions and kissed me
very hard and long. She massaged my tits and back for awhile before
she guided my hands to her own globes. After a few moments, she moved
our hands lower and we began to feel each others' juices. I felt her
shiver as she came and felt the sticky juices run down my fingers. She
pulled my hands away and brought them between our lips and we began to
lick the juices off. She pushed me back on the cot and began to kiss
my body from head to foot, stopping at the important places. When I
looked around, I saw Sherry with one foot on the chair, pushing one of
the dildoes in and out of her pussy. She seemed to enjoy watching
Laura and I and occasionally moaned or cried as she came. The sight of
the pink rubber moving like a train and the licking I was getting made
me come almost violently.
Laura then called Sherry over and as she replaced Laura between my
legs, I pulled Laura toward me. As I began to suck Laura, I noticed
how pungent her aroma was, but was still determined to lick her dry.
She seemed to enjoy my tongue and constantly spoke encouragement to both
of us. As her movements became more noticeable, she told me to stick a
finger into her anus. At first, the idea seemed strange, but I wasn't
about to spoil my own coming out party and used her come as a lubricant
to ease entry. I moved my finger in and out while my tongue flicked
back and forth across her clit. When she came, she spurted over my
face and I came again, nearly forgetting that it was Sherry that was
working my twat.
We spent the next several hours fingering each other and trying out the
different toys they had brought. I'm not sure how many times I came,
but I know I was sore for a week after.
When we were again clothed, we thanked each other and Laura gave me her
handcuffs, probably as a memento. Every time I get them out, I think
of that evening and get somewhat melancholic. Most people remember the
first time they have sex and it holds a special place in their heart
forever. I certainly will never forget Laura, although we have never
again seen each other. As for Sherry, we spent another year together
and had many wonderful experiences together. Unfortunately, when I
moved east, she was unwilling to come with me.
I did get to reminisce with Sherry when she visited Snow Country and we
got to explore new sexual experiences together and with my neighbor
Carol, but that's another story.
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