Weekend In Bondage, A Lifetime In Chains (F/F, M/F, D/s, BD, Spanking. Exhibitionism, Interracial, Consensual) by unusual1 ============================================================================== Weekend In Bondage, A Lifetime In Chains Chapter 1 ============================================================================== She was born into wealth. The tiny town of Scarsdale, New York was home to Elise, her mother and father. She was a very bright girl, an active child, an only child. She always did well in school. She was a very spoiled only child, in a very spoiled community. Scarsdale was one of the most affluent communities in the country. It was a New York City "bedroom" community, home to captains of medicine, industry and finance. It was the model of capitalism. It screamed money. It was Americana; a very rich Americana. The spawn of the residents always did well. Tragedy struck Elise early in life. Three weeks after her thirteenth birthday her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She would pass away two years later. Elise was heart broken but bravely carried on. It was what her mother wanted. Elise would often say, "I grew up the day my mother died." At sixteen she was a scholar- athlete. She excelled at soccer, softball and girl's lacrosse. She had developed into a beautiful young woman. She had clear skin, high cheek bones, long strawberry blond hair and delicious green eyes. She looked like a Celtic princess. She enjoyed the attention of boys and dated as most attractive girls do. She had a "steady" named Jim, a football player. They made a handsome couple. They dated for a semester during her senior year. He took her virginity and then soon dumped her. He declared that she had become too possessive. Life became very confusing for her. Growing up, even in Scarsdale, seemed very complicated for young Elise. Seventeen was a very challenging year for her. Her dad started bringing home women. Some not much older than she. They were after his money, she thought. They were all "bimbos" and some appeared to be high on drugs. It all infuriated her, she hated them. Her anger grew with each new woman. She hated being around the house when he brought them home. She began to stay out late. Her circle of friends were the rebels. They smoked cigarettes, they smoked pot, they drank alcohol and had casual sex. At first, she hesitated and heeded the warnings of public service announcements but eventually she became a "wild child." She embraced the changes. She totally loved giving head. Her blow job were the "best", she would proudly recall. The boys loved her. Despite her teenage "walk on the wild side" she graduated with honors. Off to Cornell University she would go. Her freshman year went very well, however like many, she changed her major. Like many, education confused her. She wanted to take Psychology. She took a class in Human Behavior and Sexuality which opened her eyes. With the encouragement of professors and others, she fantasized about lesbianism and bisexuality. It all seemed so right, so natural, so intellectual, so collegiate. She decided she wanted to experiment. She befriended a young black female student named Alicia after learning that she was lesbian. They met at a LGBT club function and hit it off immediately. Elise loved the lip piercing Alicia proudly wore. They bedded each other that night. The sex they enjoyed was amazing. Their relationship flourished on campus among other lesbian couples. She enjoyed being a "lipstick lesbian." It was during that semester they were introduced to the world of BDSM and eagerly began exploration. Elise felt comfortable being the dominate partner. She loved tying Alicia up in rope with intricate knots and issuing sound spankings. She loved her role in this relationship. Elise celebrated with a tattoo. Before the holidays in her sophomore year tragedy struck again. Her father, a Wall Street hedge fund manager, under pressure from the Security and Exchange Commission, took his own life. He put a pistol in his mouth and blew the back of his head off. The body was found in the basement of the family home by a horrified maid. Her father had made some questionable transactions and was soon to be indicted. He was way over his head in debt and on the verge of losing everything, the house, the cars, the country club membership, everything. Elise's future and education was in doubt. She left Alica's bed and drove home never to return. She left a note: " I must leave, I must go on, alone. Thanks for everything, love, Elise." Weekend in Bondage, a Lifetime in Chains, chapter 2================================================================================Elise stayed with friends in New York. It was temporary. She couldn't stay long. She knew she had to get out on her own. She was uncomfortable with old friends. They inhibited her. Most remembered her as a sweet child. She was eager to go her own way and experience life. They had relationships, they had families. Most were starting careers, some were already in the workplace earning money. She felt uneasy among them. She was unemployed and miserable. Her father's attorney was a man named Mister Davis, whom she hated with a passion. She didn't trust him, even as he worked to get her some money for her. There was a trust fund. He told her money would be tied up in Probate Court for years. She cried when he told her of her father's massive debts. The home was sold to pay some of the debt off. Elise thought Davis looked like a rodent, a rat with beady eyes. He told her there were a few bucks available to her. In her head, there was a game show audience yelling "Take the money, take the money". Elise took the money, and said she'd be in touch and went south. She decided against resuming her college education. She rented a small apartment in a small community between Miami and Fort Lauderdale. Florida offered gainful employment for an attractive 20 year old female, if she could dance and strip. She was fascinated by that scene, so many Strip Clubs, so many "tittie" bars. She always thought she could dance. She had loved going to dance clubs with friends. She decided that this was her chance to break out, an opportunity. Elise's youthful, athletic body would look great gyrating naked or almost naked, on stage. Her long legs, round firm ass, youthful breasts with perfect nipples, flat abdomen, toned arms and sweet angelic face would get men to dig deep into their wallets. Horn dogs and dirty old men love that "girl next door" look. No more waiting tables for her. No more boring office jobs. No more college. She practiced in front of a large full length mirror for days. She discovered the inner dancer, the inner tease, the inner temptress, the inner exhibitionist within herself. No hesitation, no remorse and without delay she jumped into the pool. She telephoned first and then drove to a club named "Allure" Like most strip clubs in south Florida it was glitzy on the outside and a dingy dump on the inside. A rough looking, sloppy, overweight booking agent named Sal interviewed her. He had tomato sauce down the front of his shirt. Sal was a slob. He escorted her to a small rear office that stunk of stale cigar smoke. He told her about some of the other girls who work there. How much money they earn. There was more small talk with few relevant questions, then he asked her to strip. She stood naked in front of him, totally without shame or doubt. No longer a shy young girl, her confidence level sky high. Sal checked for scars, marks and bruises. He spoke loudly, "you're not a junkie, are you? "No, sir", she responded. " A meth freak?" " "No, sir". "Good", he said and then added, "very nice body, very nice young lady. He leered at her. "That one tattoo won't get it, get another, maybe two. Something more exotic, bigger. A sleeve tat, perhaps certainly something in the small of your lower back, a tramp stamp. Know what I'm talking about?" The shits and red necks who come in here love that shit." OK, she smiled, Sal smiled. "How about some music", she asked. He turned a knob and club dance music played. Elise began to dance. There was a pole on the far side of the space. Elise moved gracefully across the room and grabbed on. Her movements were fluid, athletic and very suggestive. She touched and stroked herself, her tits, her crotch, suggestively. Was there any other way? It felt so good, she recalled. She was turning herself on as she imagined dozens of half drunken men were watching her. Sexual theatre, she thought. Sal sitting behind a cluttered desk stood and walked toward her. He pulled down the zipper of his trousers and out poked his hard cock. " Want the job?" He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. Elise dropped to her knees and went right to work. She licked at the shaft of his cock and eagerly took it into her mouth. She sucked it. He took her head and pushed it down deep on his erect penis. It caused her to gag but it didn't stop her. She recoiled and caught her breath. She paused for a few seconds and thrust her head back on his cock. Gurgling noises came from her and filled the room. Animal guttural like sounds came from both. Sal let out a full throated groan and shot his load deep into her mouth and on her face. She threw her head back and swallowed his offering completely, almost. She wiped the cum from her face and licked her fingers, enjoying every drop of warm cum. Sal turned and zipped up and said without gratitude or emotion." Report to work on the third Tuesday night at 9pm. We use four girls an hour." He handed her a note with a name and telephone number on it. "Call this women, she will help you." The name was Mia. " And buy yourself something you can dance in and remember we are full nudity. You will make money, you will do OK and you will kick back 20 % of your tips." Elise frowned but shook her head "OK". Sal again spoke, "don't fuck with us, ya understand? We don't play games. You bitches are always trying to get over on us?" A very ominous warning, she thought, but what the hell, I'm a big girl. She drove to a nearby tattoo parlor and had another work of art started. It would be a large "tramp stamp". After the tattoo parlor, Elise called the number. Mia sounded nice. a very sexy smokey voice. Mia gave her an address and told her to come and meet over coffee. Mia lived in a very upscale condo with a view of the ocean. She was a gorgeous woman in her mid thirties. She had short blond hair and a contrasting dark Florida tan. Elise thought Mia did very well for herself. Elise was somewhat impressed. They hit it off immediately. Right at the top of the conversation, Mia told her, "Don't fuck with Sal, he is a motherfucker. He's hurt a few of the girls. Everyone's afraid of him. He enjoys pushing the girls around." Mia and Elise went shopping for suitable fetish dance wear. They quickly became friends. Mia drove top down in her BMW convertible. She worn an expensive black leather vest with nothing else underneath. She showed a lot of skin. Her arms were well toned from frequent gym visits. Elise was envious of her. It was easy to see that Mia did well: nice digs, nice car, nice threads. Mia took over and picked out two very sexy outfits for Elise. They were like sorority sisters. Elise tried them on and modeled them for her "new" friend and confidant. Elise would debut at 'Allure" in two weeks. Mia and Elise returned to the condo and right up front Mia spoke. "Elise do you like women." A smile came easily to Elise's face. She knew what she meant. "I've enjoyed sex with a woman. I had a relationship with a girl named Alicia some months back." Mia further inquired, question after question. "Did you enjoy it? Did you like eating pussy? What about men?" Yeah, I liked sex with men, not sure I want a boyfriend, though. Yes I loved eating pussy," replied Elise. Mia said, "My boyfriend will be over later, ever had a threesome? You know, I want you, I want to fuck you. My boyfriend will love to fuck you. He's an animal with 10 inches. Threesomes are so much fun. There is much to do. First, I noticed you're not shaved, we must shave that pussy, no pubic hair in that club, looks very nasty on stage. I'll help shave it for you. Might want to think about a labia piercing, too. Men love that. You must stay the night with me. You must, please. It will be so much fun." Mia poured two more glasses of wine and they stared into each other eyes. They moved closer together on the couch. Mia put an arm around Elise's shoulders and pulled her even closer. Elise rested her head on Mia's left breast. The smell of Mia's leather top and the natural fragrance of the woman was intoxicating and irresistible. "What an amazing day", Elise thought. She sucked a dick, landed a job, made a friend and found a lesbian lover. They were two young women on the verge of hot sex. They made glorious love in Mia's bed. Mia was very aggressive, she was very oral. She demanded Elise's sex. She directed Elise like it was a porn movie. Elise did everything Mia commanded and loved every minute of it. Elise found herself at Mia's asshole and without direction rimmed it, licked it and kissed it. Mia was so very pleased. They rolled around in each others arms and finally after each climaxed they fell fast asleep. Sometime after 10 pm, Billy entered the bedroom and loudly announced his presence. "Who is this, he asked? Mia replied, " she's our new girl, Elise. She will be dancing at the club." Elise smiled and said "Hi Billy, Mia's told me so much about you." His sat in a chair and pulled his boots off, stood and his jeans dropped to the floor. Elise from her knee on the bed extended her right arm and motioned with her index finger.........get over here and fuck me. Billy laughed and said, "I'll take this bitch for a test drive." They spend some time engaged in foreplay. They fondled, kissed and caressed each other. Billy cock had arisen to a full 10 inches. Elise took Billy's swollen cock into her mouth and gave him her best blow job. Elise was a girl who loved giving head. She took him deep into her mouth, she gagged and spit as it slid down her throat. She looked at Mia, who had a look of approval on her face. Billy pulled out and drove his cock into Mia's waiting pussy while Elise deep kissed Mia's face. Mia pulled away and let out a lust filled scream "Ohhhhhhh" "I'm cumming, I'm cumming Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Billy pulled out and jerked off on Mia's abdomen. His load glistened on her taut tan skin. "Lick it up, Elise," he ordered. She complied. Her first threesome was an incredible sexual adventure. Elise was proud of herself. She had just had her 21st birthday and she was becoming a sexual animal. The next two weeks past quickly. Elise danced for Mia and Billy almost everyday. Some nights Billy took her into the bedroom and fucked her while Mia made dinner. Elise began a strenuous gym routine. She wanted everything to be perfect for her first on stage performance and her new career. She accompanied Mia to "Allure" to watch her performances. Mia introduced her to some of the girls. None were older than Mia, some were college age. Some girls looked sweet and others looked a bit harder. One girl interested her: Abby was a Goth. Her half shaved head with black hair, white skin and multiple tattoos attracted much attention at the club. Abby wore a black leather "G" string and matching bra with chrome metal studs. When she danced, it dropped to the floor. Her small breasts were perfect and they sported a pair of piercings through her nipples. Abby was from North Carolina and said she too had dropped out of college. During her breaks she opened up about her life. Elise listened and smiled when appropriate. Mia seemed extremely irritated, jealous perhaps. The ride home from the club was tense. They hardly spoke. When they arrived home. Mia told Elise to strip naked and kneel on the floor in front of her. Elise was confused but complied. Mia took multiple coils of rope and began to tie Elise's hands behind her back. She wrapped the rope around hr body securing her arms to her sides. She tied her breast with intricate knots. She ran the rope through Elise's pussy lips and pulled tight. It was stimulating, at first. Mia pulled on Elise's pony tail and they were face to face. "You are mine, you slut. Don't you ever do that in front of me." Elise, replied, "We were just talking." Elise struggled with her bonds. It did nothing to relieve her situation. She accepted what was coming. Mia slapped her face, then again, and again, "Do you understand bitch?" Yes, Mia" She bend over a chair and began to spank her. Elise closed her eyes as she anticipated each and every strike. "She loudly proclaimed, " I'm sorry Mia, I deserve this." That night Elise slept on the floor at the foot of Mia's king size bed. ============================================================================ Wish there was more ============================================================================
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