Tying Mary

Tying Mary

Jane Parks

f/F, S/m, Humiliation

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I hope Becca likes this one.

"Now you know I don't mind taking care of Karen for you at all," Mary said smilingly to her next door neighbor Lisa as she stroked Lisa's fourteen year old daughter's hair affectionately.

"I certainly understand about family emergencies and how you have to scramble around to find someone to take care of the kids when you suddenly have to travel out of town."

As she spoke, Mary continued stroking Karen's hair, reveling in the feel of the soft, silky strands against her fingers and the warmth of the girl's lithe body as she pressed against her own. Mary had no children of her own -- had never been married for that matter. So she had never been around children and young adolescents a great deal. Mary found herself strangely attracted to her neighbor's adolescent daughter: attracted in a way that she knew was highly inappropriate but nearly irresistible none the less.

Karen's mother, Lisa, was so distracted with worry about her current family problems and uncertainties over whether Mary would actually agree to take care of Karen while she was suddenly called away to notice Mary's sensual little smile as her daughter leaned even closer to her.

Lisa's mind was focused upon getting through this latest family crisis, and not on the manner her neighbor and her daughter were comporting themselves.

Karen, who at fourteen really didn't need a baby-sitter any longer, did, however, require adult minding when her mother suddenly found herself compelled to be away for four whole days. The pert young girl smiled up winsomely at her mother's neighbor and friend, trying her best to lull Mary into as much serenity as she could be about the notion of minding her while her mother was away. Karen most certainly wished that Mary would take care of her while her mother was gone.

Oh yes she did indeed. Karen wanted to be alone with her mother's adult friend for a sustained period of time. She knew full well that Mary was fascinated with her, and she had done everything she could to strengthen the erotic bond between them. Karen was taken with this older woman as much as Mary was with her. But for different reasons entirely.

Karen wanted Mary to stay with her for the next four days. Karen had plans for Mary. Oh yes.

For her part, Mary had discovered herself often fantasizing about just what it might be like to be alone with this vivacious fourteen year old girl who held such an amorous attraction for her. She knew for certain that her secret little fantasies were way out of line with what a normal woman in her mid thirties should be thinking of with respect to a fourteen year old girl. But that didn't prevent her fantasies from persisting, and when she was physically close to Karen, as she was now, the fantasies sometimes became very powerful. She sensed deep inside herself from the special way Karen acted toward her when she was certain her mother wouldn't notice that, if she could find just the right opportunity to be alone with Karen, the young girl might well be willing to turn those salacious little fantasies of hers into reality.

"Sure, Lisa. I'll take care of Karen for you. I'll be more than glad to."

Both mother and daughter said, "thanks, Mary," at the same time. Karen laughed at their simultaneous response. Mary and Lisa joined in Karen's laughter as well.

Mary continued to stroke Karen's hair, becoming oblivious to everything around her except for the closeness of Karen's body pressed against her as they stood on Lisa's front porch, talking. Thinking back, Mary had been attracted to the young girl ever since she and her mother had moved in next door a couple years ago. Karen was always, proper, polite, and well behaved toward Mary when Lisa was anywhere around. But any time her mother was distracted by something or other, Karen would do some little something that made it clear to Mary that she mightn't reject the older woman's erotic attention: a touch, a secret smile, something. Karen's furtive acts of teasing encouragement gave the older woman hope that her fantasies might just be realized.

As it turned out, Mary's next door neighbor Lisa was a single parent who had had the good fortune of being hired as a senior accountant for a large company that paid her well and provided significant fringe benefits. Plus, Lisa's late husband had left her a tidy little nest egg. Mary, who was herself a partner in a local law firm, also earned enough money to afford to live in their upper middle neighborhood. The two women had gotten on well from the very first.

They visited each other often, shopped together, often went out to eat together, and Lisa was over at Mary and Karen's house almost as much as she was at home. Truth to tell, by now, Mary had become much more fascinated by the daughter than with the mother.

Lisa offered her neighbor a sincere look of gratitude when she heard that Mary was more than willing to watch Karen for her while she was away helping other family members with an aging aunt who was being moved to a personal care facility. She was so grateful not to have to disrupt Karen's life by taking her daughter along with her on what was going to be anything but a pleasure trip. And besides, Karen had made it quite plain to her mother, as only a teenage girl can, that she didn't want to go with her and be stuck dealing with all those yucky family issues. As an alternative, Karen had slyly broached the idea of Mary staying with her instead. At first, Lisa was trepidations over the idea of Mary staying with her daughter, but she had finally, though reluctantly, gone along with her daughter's suggestion. She was running out of alternatives, and though she had her little suspicions about just what Karen and Mary might do together if left alone, she was in no place to refuse Mary's offer to mind Karen if she would agree. And so Lisa was very relieved when Mary had consented to mind Karen for her.

"That's great, Mary. Would it be too much trouble for you to stay at our house during the time I'm gone? That way Karen wouldn't have to leave her stuff and familiar surroundings."

Although Mary flashed to herself that she would much rather keep Karen in her own house rather than Lisa's, she could think up no reasonable excuse not to move in at Lisa's place for the duration of her stay. And Karen had looked up at her so pleadingly, and had snuggled against her so suggestively. If there was any possibility at all that this young girl shared Mary's erotic fantasies about the two of them, then it probably would be better to leave her in her own, familiar surroundings. Mary certainly entertained hopes along that line once they were alone together without Lisa to hinder them. Could she sway Karen into joining her in some sort of secret and erotic tryst? Karen WAS quite a desirable little yummy. Wasn't she? And she seemed to be willing. Didn't she?

Mary decided that she would agree to practically any arrangement that provided her an opportunity to spend time alone with Karen.

"Sure, Lisa. I'll just pack a few things and come over to your place after work tomorrow. Karen can let me in and give me a key then."

Mary didn't notice the furtive, anxious side glance that passed from Lisa to her daughter. Had she done so, she might have wondered why Karen let a little smirk of triumph cross her face and why Lisa seemed so anxious all of a sudden. But Mary was oblivious, consumed as she was with her own incipient fantasies about Karen, and the furtive exchange between mother and daughter went unnoticed.

As the two neighbors finalized arrangements for Mary taking care of Karen, the young teenager stepped back out of the way of the logistical planning going on and began pondering all the interesting possibilities that lay in store for her starting the very next day.

Karen, who was a most observant child, had long ago noted something about her mother's friend that Mary hadn't even noticed about herself. While Mary gave every outward impression that she thought of herself as a strong-willed woman, thoroughly professional, decisive, and replete with will power, Karen had closely observed Mary and her mother as they carried on their friendship over the past couple years. And what the sly young girl had deduced from her observations was a strong tendency within Mary to sublimate her own wishes to anything either she or her mother suggested. Whether it be where to eat out, or where to go to shop, or what movie to rent from the video store, Mary almost always acquiesced to Lisa's expressed preferences. And increasingly, when Karen had voiced a predilection of her own that was at variance with Mary's, Mary gave in and did it Karen's way.

This wasn't strange to Karen at all. Not at all. In fact, Karen had discovered the same thing about her own mother right after her father had died a little over two and a half years ago. It was as if Lisa had somehow transferred to her young daughter a range of those powerful feelings of dependence and acquiescence she had lavished upon her husband before his death.

At first, Karen didn't know just exactly how to react to her mother's desire for her to make more of the decisions around the house. After all, wasn't Lisa the mother and Karen the daughter? But soon, Karen got more used to being responsible for making her share of family decisions about how she and her mother would live at home. In fact, it had been Karen's bright idea to move from their old, in-town neighborhood to this upscale suburban one where they could live in a much nicer house than before and she could attend a much more prestigious middle school.

Then, one day soon after the move, when she was feeling especially avaricious, Karen decided to take as much advantage of this peculiar role reversal situation with her mother as she could.

Thereafter, whenever she wanted something such as new clothes or perhaps a new music CD, Karen would just tell her mother straight out to buy it for her. And Lisa almost always just did as she was told. This almost total acquisitiveness on Lisa's part continued till the girl finally got bored with having whatever material thing she wanted handed to her on a silver platter by her mother.

It had been fun for a while impressing her young mall rat friends with the things she could get her mother to buy her. But the bloom had worn off that particular rose about a year ago. Karen then determined to spice up her life by adding a purely psychological dimension to her relationship with her mother's friend, Mary. She began playing sordid little games with Mary's mind, making her feel erotically stimulated when they were together. Karen never indulged in her little mind games with Mary unless she and her mother's friend were alone together. Therefore, Karen believed that no one else even suspected what was going on between them. Karen discovered during that period that she really liked the power trip associated with messing with Mary's mind. And truth to tell, as they got deeper and deeper into their divertissement of role reversal, Mary began to revel in it as well. And it wasn't long before Mary got hot and bothered every time Karen was in her vicinity.

When Karen became sensitive to those first stirrings of sexuality that beset girls in their early teens, she began playing even more captivating little games with Mary's mind.

Despite herself, Mary acquiesced in this new and sordid twist on her role reversal with Karen. She knew it was so very, very wrong, even as she surrendered to all the little teasing torments Karen thought up for her. After a time, Mary had no alternative but to admit to herself that she actually looked forward to her Lisa's daughter's salacious and wanton attentions.

Karen's recent understanding about her mother's friend Mary and her willingness to acquiesce got the young girl to thinking some really deep dark thoughts.

What if she could exercise true erotic control over Mary? Karen was getting bored bossing her mother around again: she began to wonder how far she could push Mary into doing things her way, particularly if her mother weren't around to distract her. Over the past couple weeks, Karen's speculations had grown into a strong fixation, until she became determined to discover just exactly what Mary's limits were at her earliest opportunity. And now, here it was: her mother out of the way for four whole days and Mary dropped into her lap on a sliver plate. Over the next four days, Karen would put her plan into action. She wouldn't give Mary any choice in the matter. The young girl concluded that as long as she just did what she wanted and did not ask Mary, or allow Mary's assumed protests to stop her, then she had a very good chance of succeeding in her scheme.

Karen was determined to have Mary doing things to her she knew were wrong by bedtime the next night.

All the next day at school, Karen speculated on just how she would take control of Mary, and what she would do to her, and force her to do once she had her under control. She had hit upon a scheme for accomplishing Mary's downfall right away and she would begin putting it into practice as soon as her mother's friend came by that afternoon.

Karen had been home for almost three hours getting everything ready when Mary finally came knocking on her front door. Mary had packed the night before, and her suitcase was full of casual clothes since she had decided to take the rest of the week off. She wanted to make certain that she was always around if Karen needed her for anything. And she hoped that Karen would need her.

Karen let Mary in and gave the older woman a big, welcoming hug. Though mildly taken aback by Karen's preemptive demonstration of affection, Mary hugged back, joyful in the feeling that this little girl really did like her after all, and wanted her, too. For Mary it was so important that Karen like her, since she and her mother were among Mary's very few friends. Mary had never made friends easily because she was usually too diffident to be proactive in her friendships. If it hadn't been for Lisa and Karen taking the initiative, Mary might not now be their friend, either. And Mary valued the friendship of Lisa and Karen very, very much. Karen and her mother held a special place in Mary's heart: especially Karen.

As for Karen, she was much more interested in finding out just what she could get away with so far as playing with Mary was concerned. She hugged the older woman to her and thrilled as Mary's ample breasts pressed against her own smaller, pert ones. Unlike her mother, who had rather petite breasts, Mary had large ones, which gave Karen all sorts of lewd ideas about what could be done with them. If only she could get Mary to cooperate in her own downfall. From the way Mary returned her hug, Karen thought she would be most cooperative.

Mary and Karen reluctantly let go of each other and Karen patted Mary lightly on the bottom. Before Mary could respond to Karen's impudence, however, the young girl suggested that they go into the kitchen and get dinner started. Mary suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to throw caution to the winds and make her wanton move on the young girl who seemed to be egging her on so tantalizingly.

Despite flashing a hot erotic thrill at Karen's forwardness at touching her butty, however, Mary willingly complied with Karen's suggestion. Mary didn't want to do anything to make the young girl shy away now that she was soooo close to fulfilling all of the older woman's fantasies.

For the next hour she and her charge prepared and ate a tasty meal as if nothing torrid had ever happened between them. After the dinner things were washed and set to dry, Karen coyly took Mary's hand and led her into the living room. When they arrived, Karen let go of Mary's hand and once more patted her bottom. This time the young girl was rewarded with the sound of Mary's sharp intake of breath. Karen smiled to herself. She had Mary right where she wanted her.

Mary tried to cover up her nervousness.

"Well, Karen, what do you want to do now?" she asked with a hysterical little lilt to her voice. She could feel the itching and burning deep inside her. The wanton thrill of taking such an inappropriate risk with this young girl was making her so hungry to get on with it.

Karen decided that now was the time to press fully ahead. She could see the bright, hot, hunger in the older woman's eyes. She knew that there would never be a better time to spring her trap.

Karen put her arms around Mary's neck and pulled her down to eye level.

"Why don't you kiss me, Marypoos. You've been wanting to ever since you got here." Mary blinked in astonishment but felt her lips parting hungrily as the young girl kissed her full on the mouth. Mary shivered and moaned as Karen's searching tongue slid between her teeth to probe and explore. Little flashes of sex hunger crashed inside the older woman. Yes. This is what she wanted. This was her fantasy coming true.

Suddenly, Karen broke the kiss and stood away from her panting partner.

"Gee, Marypoos. That was fun. Do you want more?"

Mary wanted to continue kissing the girl more than she had ever wanted anything before.

"Yessssss, Karen. Please let me kiss you again."

It was almost a whimper.

Karen giggled.

Why don't you sit on the couch and let me tie you up, then?"

Mary blinked in astonishment. Had she heard correctly?

"What, honey?"

Karen giggled again. She could see the confusion in Mary's eyes; and the growing hunger.

"I said, why don't you let me tie you up. It's really fun."

Mary suddenly felt weak in the knees and sank down onto the couch. She stared unblinkingly at Karen as if she were from another planet.

"Wait, Karen. You want me to let you tie me up? You really do?"

Mary was absolutely incredulous at the thought of actually allowing this girl to tie her up, but still she tried her best to make sense of tKaren's words. And she did want more of Karen's kisses. And other things, too.

Karen giggled and sat down right beside the older woman; their flanks pressed tightly together. Mary sucked in her breath as she felt Karen's warm hip press against her own.

"I sure do. I bet we'll have just whole lots of fun together when I tie you up."

Mary turned her head to stare at Karen sitting so close beside her. She felt extremely wanton sitting so near to this young girl, and could not for the life of her bring herself to move away.

"You do, Karen?

Karen looked up at Mary, nonchalantly placed her hand upon the older woman's skirt right on her thigh, and gave it a little squeeze. Mary flinched, but still could not force herself to move away.

She was suddenly and surprisedly transfixed by Karen's erotic words and actions.

"Sure, Mary. I know we'll have funnnnnnnnnn when I tie you up. You'll be so helpless when I tie you up. And I bet you'll really like that part a whole lot. I can do anything I want to you, then. And I mean `anything'. You do want me to play with you, don't you, Mary?"

Karen giggled again and squeezed Mary's thigh through the material of her skirt for emphasis.

"Don't you want to have funnnnnnnnnn with me, Mary? Don't you want to be helpless? Don't you want me to do anything I want to you, too?"

Something deep within Mary's brain screamed for her to get up off the couch right that second and slap this little hellion's face for even suggesting such a lewd thing. But another part of her brain began to wriggle and twitch with a never before felt kind of excitement. She had wanted to be intimate with this young girl. This must be the way Karen wanted to be intimate. What would really happen to her if she didn't get up off the couch? What if she just sat there? What if she actually let Karen go ahead and tie her up? What if she allowed herself to be completely helpless for Karen? What would happen then? What would happen to her? What?

Mary shivered once all over her body, then slumped back against the couch waiting anxiously for Karen to make the next move. But just as Karen began sliding her exploring hand up the older woman's thigh, a powerful blast of hysterical fear came roaring out of the site of Mary's deepest brain and her fear began to struggle to win the battle against Mary's burgeoning erotic feelings. She tried with all her might to order her body to get up from the couch right that second, and her leg muscles began to tense to do just that. But Karen didn't want the anxiety side of Mary's mind to win. She wanted the erotic wriggling side to win.

"Mary, now you just be quite and let me tie you up," Karen instructed as if she were talking to a recalcitrant pet.

The young girl suited her actions to her words by pressing down on Mary's thigh so it became almost impossible for the older woman to rise from her seat on the couch. Mary struggled against Karen's restraining hand, but finally had to give up. Her breathing was now coming in quick little pants as she struggled not to give in to this sudden craving to obey this young girl's wanton directives. But her struggles proved to be in vain.

Karen smiled as she began to stroke May's thigh through the material of her skirt once more. The older woman began to calm down, and her eyes began to sparkle with anticipation. Oh yes, Karen knew the signs very well. She had seen them before, many times with Mary when her mother was somewhere else.

"You're sooooo easy," Karen giggled.

Mary lowered her head. She could not bring herself to look at her tormentor. She had fantasized for months about being alone with Karen and playing wanton games with her. If this was the game Karen wanted to play, Mary could do nothing now but play along and hope for the best.

Karen began unbuttoning Mary's blouse, and Mary just could not find it within herself to stop this young girl. Her sex was spasming and she could feel the wetness making her panties stick to her slit. God, Mary prayed that Karen would be gentle with her.

When the blouse was completely undone, Karen made Mary lean forward so she could remove it completely. Then Karen unceremoniously unfastened Mary's bra and pulled it off. Mary sat stark still as Karen critically inspected the older woman's large, firm breasts, all the while humming contentedly to herself.

"Now, Mary. I want you to wait here while I get the ties. We're going to have so much fun together."

"What are you going to do to me?" Mary asked barely above a whisper, her eyes directed to her knees to keep from looking at Karen. She knew that if she made eye contact with the young girl, the erotic spell Karen was weaving would be broken and she would run screaming from the house, barechested and hysterical. So long as she didn't meet Karen's gaze, Mary could pretend that this was not really happening; that she was having some kind of weird, erotic dream. Mary had no intentions of moving.

"Please..." Mary begged, putting a hand against Karen's shoulder. But even she didn't know whether she was begging the young girl to stop or to continue.

Karen giggled as she got off the couch.

She let her hand trail across Mary's naked breasts, and she giggled again. This was just so much fun.

"Now while I'm getting the ties, I want you to take off that stupid skirt you're wearing. But leave your pantiepoos on. I want to take them off all by myself after I've tied you up."

Mary just nodded her head in agreement.

She had already allowed this young girl to take incredible liberties with her body, and she had been rewarded by hot, itchy feelings of desire and sex hunger deep within her. Mary knew that if she continued to obey, the reward would grow and grow. She just knew it, And she suddenly wanted her reward more than she had ever wanted anything in the whole world.

So when Karen returned a few minutes later with her bag of ties, she found Mary sitting docilely on the couch, completely naked and blushing, save for a pair of white cotton panties. Karen put her bag on the floor, reached out her hand, and pinched Mary's left nipple until the older woman squealed in pain.

"Karen, please don't do that. Please don't hurt me. I'll let you tie me up, I'll let you play with me, but please don't hurt me."

Karen pinched even harder.

"Do you think I care about what you want or don't want. I'm going to tie you up and I'm going to hurt you, `cause that's how I want to have fun with you. You wanted to be this way with me. You're hungry for me. I know it. Now, either agree to what I want right now, or take your clothes and get out. We both know you want me to tie you up, and I know you want me to play with your big girl body after I do. We both know that you're going to get off by feeling helpless and unable to stop me tormenting you. You want to feel helpless, and you want me to torment you. Otherwise you would have left a long time ago."

Mary began to sob. She knew Karen was right about her. She didn't know why she suddenly wanted so desperately to be helpless and vulnerable in front of this young girl, but she knew that she did want to be.

Mary made one final move to elicit some mercy from Karen.

"Please, honey. Don't hurt me any more tonight. Please, Karen. Don't!"

"But I want to hurt you some more, little Mary girl," Karen said. "You should know by now from what I've said that I'm just going to love to make my Mary girl squeal just like the little piggyslut she is when I tie her up and play with her. The more pain, the more piggysqueals. And I want to do all that to you. And if you squeal really pretty for me, I just might let you lick my little snizzypoo till I cum and cum, and cum. You'd like that. Wouldn't you, baby?"

Mary moaned deep within her throat. For she suddenly wanted exactly what Karen wanted.

Karen, seeing that she had won the final battle, reached in her bag and withdrew a small bungee cord.

"Now raise your arms way over your head like a good little slutty girl so I can tie you to the couch."

Mary diffidently did as she was told, raising her arms over her head. Karen walked behind the couch and encased Mary's two wrists in the bungee cord. Then she attached another, much longer cord to the bottom of the back of the couch and tautened the other end until she hooked it over Mary's wrist restraint. The tension of the bungee cords kept Mary's wrists together and pulled up above her head.

Karen giggled again when she confirmed that her victim was securely fastened.

"Now, I can get at those big old floppy boobies of yours, Mary. You're going to make some of the most interesting noises before I give you your reward."

Without any further pleas for mercy, Mary held perfectly still and awaited the torment to come in desperate hope of the erotic reward to come after if she was a good girl for Karen.

"You better sit perfectly still now, Mary, while I play around with your big old boobies. You just don't know how long I've waited to get my hands on your boobs."

Mary sat silently as the cruel young girl roved her exploring hands all around her sensitive breast flesh.

"God, Mary. This is such a turn on; playing with your while you just sit there and lets me do it to you. You're such a subby little grown up girl slut."

Karen retrieved a thick bungee cord out of the package. Then she extracted another one.

"Now remember Mary, you better sit perfectly still while I play with you. Or else, I'll get a wooden paddle I keep under my bed and get after these udders of yours so I can really listen to you squeal."

Mary nodded her head quickly to let her tormentor know that she had understood the threat.

Karen extended her bungee cord under Mary's left breast and hooked it together right next to her cleavage. Then she did the same to the right breast. When they were finished, Mary looked just like she had two pale party balloons attached to her chest.

As the free flow of blood into her breasts was restricted by the tight bungee cords, Mary's breasts began to swell. Then they began to throb with pain and turn colors; first a kind of pale rose, then an angry red, then a deep purple. Mary began to moan and writhe a little from the growing pain she was feeling.

Karen pawed Mary's distended breasts and exposed underarms. She put her groping hands all over her; fondling, pinching, squeezing, tweezing; while her submissive victim just sat there and endured it. Occasionally, when Karen did something that truly hurt, Mary would reward her with a high pitched squeal.

"I wanna see how the Mary pussy juice factory is doing," Karen chuckled as she slid her index finger inside the leghole of Mary's panties and up into her neighbor's vagina. Not surprisingly, Mary's slit was beginning to get all squishy. Karen's fingers were literally covered with Mary's secretions when she removed them and took a hard, appraising look.

"Mary, I just knew you were going to be such a subby little grown up girl, and so turned on by pain. You really love to be tied up and tormented. Your pussy is dripping like a faucet. You have to be about the sickest little horndog I've ever known."

Mary blushed bright red, even as her distended breasts turned a deeper purple. "If I'd known what a bad little nastygirl you were, I'd have been playing sexgames with you long before this. But I can still make up for lost time, can't I, Mary slut?"

Mary nodded her head in certain resignation that, from now on, she was truly the owned plaything of her next door neighbor's daughter.

Mary moaned loudly and nodded her head again and again in lewd admission of her subservience as her tormented breasts began to really pain her.

"I'm going to lift one of those balloonie boobies of yours up to your slut mouth and you're going to suck on it for me, Marykins."

Karen put her words into practice. and Mary immediately began sucking her own turgid nipple, thereby placing extra strain on the bungee cord that was so tightly knotted around the base of her swollen breast. The submissive woman really didn't notice the extra pain, so busy was she at the salacious task of sucking her own turgid nipple into her hungry mouth as Karen looked on approvingly.

"Now the other one, Mary," said Karen as she allowed the one breast to fall back and grabbed the other, pressing it firmly against Mary's lips.

Mary complied immediately.

"Mary, you're not sucking on that nipnip of yours nearly hard enough to suit me. Where's my paddle?"

Mary, hearing Karen threaten her with the paddle, redoubled her nipple sucking, but to no avail. She cried out and pleaded not to be subjected to Karen's wooden paddle, but Karen left her on the couch and almost immediately returned with the instrument of torment in her hand and a gleeful smile on her face. Mary tried to pull against the bungee cords that had her trapped against the couch, but she could not free herself.

Karen was in a mood to hear some squealing from the older woman, and nothing was going to get in her way that evening.

"OK, Mary. Spit out that nipple. I don't want you to get hit in the face by this paddle when I start swinging." Mary reluctantly did as she was told. "Now, Mary," Karen said in her sweetest, sexiest voice. "You know you want to make me happy, don't you, girl."

Mary shuddered.

"Yes, Karen."

"Well, it would make me very happy if my little Mary would ask me pretty please to swat her ballonie boobies for her with this paddle until she squealed just like a little piggyslut."

Karen punctuated her words by lancing two of her fingers in and out of her neighbor's drippy slit.

"You know you want it, don't you, nastygirl."

Mary shook her head 'no,' but her oozing quim told Karen the truth for her.

"Come on, Babygirl. Ask me nice. Ask Karen to swat your bad old udders for you."

Mary fought to hold back the words, but her craving for erotic attention won out.

"Please, Karen. Please swat my udders with your paddle for me. Please."

Karen smiled her sweetest smile.

"That's my good little Mary slut."

"I'm back!" Karen cheered as she swung the paddle away from Mary's constricted breasts, then brought it around with a solid SMACK.

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Mary almost passed out from the intense suffering caused by Karen's viscous paddleswat, but somehow kept enough control of herself to remain conscious.

SMACK.

Karen struck the other tender breast a truly malicious blow with the sharp edge of the little wooden paddle.

Mary, unable to hold back the high pitched squeal of agony that escaped her lips, fell back against the couch and writhed around, screaming her lungs out. Mary wriggled around on the couch, totally absorbed in her agony, until Karen touched her up a little with the paddle. Then the forlorn neighbor slumped against her restraints.

"You know you can't cover yourself with your arms the way you're tied, Mary. But I know you want to keep me from swatting you any more."

Mary's whole body trembled in fear and pain.

SMACK, SMACK.

Mary jerked her knees up to try to protect her breasts, wracked by the sheerest pain she had ever felt. She screamed hoarsely into her own ankles as the paroxysm of agony washed over her. Seeing how Mary was covering herself, Karen began to yell.

"Straighten up right this minute you big babyslut. Right this minute, do you hear me."

Mary reluctantly straightened up slowly. She didn't want any more of Karen's paddle. But the young girl's yelling scared the wits out of her.

Karen reached out her hand and softly petted Mary's abused breast.

"Do you still like being tied up, Mary. Well, do you?"

Mary cried big tears of pain and humiliation. Karen fondled and stroked.

"Well, Mary. Do you still like being tied?"

"Yes, Karen," Mary sobbed. "I love being tied up by you so much. I need you. Please don't ever let me go."

"That's my good little Babygirl," Karen said quietly as she ran her long fingers comfortingly through her weeping neighbor's hair.

"You know you want it, don't you babyslut."

"Yes, Karen. I know I want it."

Mary shuddered all over her body, but finally nodded her head `yes.'

Karen's insistent fingers had found her neighbor's drooling slit once again, and it was now very, very wet.

Mary was ashamed that Karen could feel how wet the breast torment was making her. But there was no denying that it was.

Now the flow of blood was almost completely cut off from Mary's breasts as the tight, constricting bungee cords bit terribly into her tender breast flesh.

Karen was in a paroxysm of erotic lust, tormenting this adult woman the way she was.

Mary's moans and little squeals grew ever louder and more high pitched as she rocked back and forth in front of her tormentor. She sounded more and more just like a small, scared, trapped animal that knew its time was short.

Karen moved her fingers all around inside Mary's spasming vagina and they were immediately soaked in hot cyprienne fluid secretions.

Karen reached her head over to Mary's ear and began whispering her demonic litany.

"Pleasure and pain, Mary. Pleasure and pain. That's how this works, Babygirl. I won't let you have one without the other. You know it's true, Mary. If you want to experience the pleasure, you must surrender to the pain I inflict on you."

Then, as Mary was really starting to get off on the probing fingers inside her, Karen took up the paddle again and administered two more stinging blows to Mary's throbbing breasts.

SPLAT, SPLAT.

The tormented neighbor squalled like a baby and fell back against the couch, nearly unconscious.

Karen squeezed each breast until Mary began to screech out like a stuck pig as the pure hellish agony took possession of her body and mind, and she fell to writhing and wriggling in a combination of pain and ecstasy. Her bladder control let go and a dribble of golden nectar escaped to drip down her leg.

Mary rocked back and forth all scrunched up into a naked pain racked ball on the couch. She made incoherent little mewling noises deep in her throat and drooled out of the corner of her mouth. Karen put the paddle down and began slapping her neighbor's turgid breasts.

Mary tried instinctively to roll away from Karen's stinging hands, but that only made Karen more frustrated and her slaps harder.

Mary screeched and screeched, far beyond any coherent thought. Karen had driven the older woman almost mad. She had finally regressed to the primal level of her being in reaction to the pain. Karen watched Mary lose it big time as she continued to slap her big purple breasts. Mary was definitely fading from consciousness when Karen finally stopped spanking her and reached over and unhooked the tight and tormenting bungee cords.

Suddenly the blood flow that had been so thoroughly restricted from Mary's breasts was now released with predictable results.

Mary went screaming over the edge of consciousness and passed out completely. And Karen just kept exploring her unconscious captive's body with her hands. As Mary finally drifted back to consciousness, Karen let her mind wander to scenes of Mary tied, being tormented by her. As she stroked her victim into a blazing orgasm, Karen whispered all of her fantasies into Mary's ear.

And for all her pain and suffering, Mary didn't argue with her new girl owner one little bit. Not one bit. And later that night, when Karen finally allowed Mary to take her well deserved reward, Mary had almost completely forgotten the pain. Almost.

But the little bungee cord that Karen had left tying her wrists reminded her. And she shuddered even as she tasted her new mistress for the very first time. And as she came, Karen wondered just how Mary was going to help her when it came time to tie her mother.

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