Wanda said, ‘Hello?’
It was Kitty. ‘Sorry to have neglected you, Wanda. Are you finding ways to amuse yourself?’
‘No problem, Kitty-cat. I’ve just been idling away, thinking, mostly.’
‘Thinking sexy thoughts?’
‘Maybe,’ Wanda admitted. ‘How’s your “ride” with Chuck going for you?’
‘Oh, about as you’d expect.’
‘That naughty, huh?’
‘I’d have brought you along,’ Kitty said, ‘but you’d have felt uncomfortable about joining in, right?’
‘You know me. Lookee, lookee, no touchee.’
‘How about listening? Would you like me to tell you what we’re up to – and doing right now?’
‘Is it shocking?’
‘Could be; for some.’
‘Hold on a minute, then, and I’ll be all ears.’
Wanda put her eye to the ’scope, just to check. The younger man was holding the stable door open for the older one, who was pushing a wheelbarrow full of manure. So much for Wanda’s pristine stable!
Her panties were uncomfortably saturated from her fantasy. She slipped them down and off before resuming her comfy position in the chair. She switched the phone to her left hand and rested her right up her skirt, cupping her sex. ‘I’m ready now,’ she told Kitty. ‘Give me all the nasty details. Don’t miss a single thing.’
Kitty’s voice took on a sing-song kindergarten-teacher lilt. ‘Are you sitting comfortably, Wanda?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then I’ll begin.’ She cleared her throat. ‘Chuck and I set off towards the new growth of young trees that Henry planted a few years back. There are no trails leading there, yet, and it’s in a little valley, so it’s pretty much private.’
Wanda interrupted. ‘Is it anywhere near that pretty pond with the enormous weeping willow?’
‘Nowhere even close.’
That was a relief. Wanda planned to take Henry back there someday to finish what he’d started. Until then, she considered the shady tree ‘theirs’.
Kitty continued. ‘I let Chuck know that I was looking for a special kind of place but not what it was, to keep him in suspense. Subbies like that.’
‘Subbies?’
‘Sexually submissive people, of both sexes. It gets their adrenaline going.’
Wanda made a mental note that it seemed she wasn’t alone in that. Being made to wait for punishment had always got her motor revving. At high school, she’d done a few mildly naughty things just to get sent to the principal’s office. She’d fantasised while she waited that her punishment would be corporal, perhaps ten strokes of the cane on her bare bottom. It never was, though. Life can be disappointing sometimes.
Kitty continued. ‘The young trees had been planted at random, but not too close together, so it took me a while to find four that suited my plans. They were pretty sturdy and growing at the four corners of a square that was about seven feet to a side. I ordered Chuck to strip naked and lie in the middle of the square, spread-eagle. Then I used the cord we’d brought to tie his wrists and ankles to the trees.’ Kitty paused.
‘And then?’ Wanda prompted.
‘I went for a little walk. Just fifteen minutes or so. More suspense for him, you see. He found that agonising, didn’t you, sweetie?’
Wanda heard Chuck’s muffled ‘Yes’ in the background. He was still there! How humiliating it had to be for him to have to listen to Kitty talking about how she’d dominated him.
Kitty said, ‘We’d brought a picnic lunch. When I got back I took my top off and ate it, allowing him the odd bite now and then, but of food, not of me, even though he begged. Once we’d eaten, I teased him some more by writing messages on his face and chest with my nipples. I threaten to punish him if he couldn’t tell me what I’d written. The poor boy failed miserably, of course, because I only wrote nonsense. For a punishment, I teased his privates with blades of grass, then stuck some stiff stems up his bum.’
‘Inside?’
‘Where else? That was so much fun that I took an old silk scarf that I just happened to have with me, tied knots in it every few inches, buttered it the whole length and then pushed the knots into his bum, one at a time, very slowly. They’re still there, Wanda.’
‘Still there? You haven’t let him pull them out?’
‘He’s tied to four trees, remember.’
‘Still!’
‘Still. I’m not done with my Chuck, not yet. I thought you’d like to be in on the end.’
‘So he’s still tied up, or down, whatever?’
‘Oh yes.’
‘He’s very quiet,’ Wanda observed.
‘He doesn’t have much choice. I’m sitting on his face.’
‘What?’
‘I’m sitting on his face. My naked pussy is over his mouth. His nose is between the cheeks of my bum. Don’t worry. When I think he’s distressed, I ease up and let him breathe.’
‘That’s very kind of you, Kitty.’
‘Yes, it is, isn’t it? So, I’ve got my phone in my left hand and I’m using my right to give his cock a slap from time to time, to keep it nice and stiff.’ Kitty’s voice became stern. ‘Lick, damn you, Chuck. Lick harder!’ To Wanda, in her softer voice, she said, ‘I’m laying the phone down, dear. You should still be able to hear me OK. I need both hands now. Just a sec.’
From a slight distance but still perfectly audible, Kitty continued, ‘I’m buttering my hand, Wanda, and I have to lean forward. There. I’ve got hold of the end of my scarf with one hand and I’m stroking him with the other one, the buttery one. Just call me “butter fingers”.’
Wanda chuckled.
‘He can breathe a bit easier now, but that doesn’t mean he can stop licking.’
Chuck said something but Wanda couldn’t make the words out.
Kitty said, ‘I don’t care if your tongue aches, Chuck. You just get it back on my clit and keep on licking.’ To Wanda, she said, ‘I’m stroking him slowly, up and down, and pulling just a little bit on the scarf, not enough to pull it out, just enough that he can feel the pressure – from inside!’ Kitty panted. ‘That’s right, Chuck, right there, but harder and faster.’
Wanda rolled her own clit between her thumb and finger. ‘Are you going to let him come?’ she asked.
‘I think so. I’m getting close, myself. I think this dominating thing is my thing, if you know what I mean.’
‘I can understand that,’ Wanda said, though she couldn’t. It seemed unnatural, somehow, for the woman to be in charge. Though, if the woman was dominating another woman, that didn’t seem quite so strange. She could see enjoying that, if she was the submissive one.
‘He’s getting really tense,’ Kitty said in a rushed, breathless voice. ‘I think he’s close. Are you close, Chuck?’
His answer was an anguished garbled cry.
‘Seems he is. I’m going to pump harder and faster, Wanda. He’s going to give me a nice big come, aren’t you, Chuck. You’re going to make a fountain for me, aren’t you? Show me how much come you can make, there’s a good boy. Yes, I can feel it coming. Here it comes! And I pull the first knot out of your bum, and the second, and you’re squirting right up into the air. More, Chuck. Show me what you’ve got. Yes! Yes! Yes! And me too! I’m there!’
There was a moment’s silence, then Kitty sighed. ‘That was very nice. Good boy, Chuck. Don’t worry, I brought wet-wipes. Once I release you, you can clean us both up.’ To Wanda, she said, ‘Was it good for you, Wanda, dear?’
‘Very interesting,’ Wanda allowed.
‘Did you climax?’
‘Of course,’ Wanda lied. ‘See you later. Bye.’ She clicked off. Damn. If the call had lasted just a few more minutes, she’d have got there. Of course, she’d already got off on her stable fantasy. Anyway, all she had to do now was keep diddling herself and come up with another erotic scene to imagine. Let’s see …