EroticReverie

Lola Lelane Lamb

Minutes had gone by. 

Minutes that seemed much longer than they probably were. 

I could hear her moving around the room, even without the sound of her heels clicking across the hardwood , I could have still felt her presence. It didn't matter that I was blindfolded and couldn't see her. I knew she was there. Afterall , she's the one who put me here, bound and naked. Spread with my legs apart and hands out, and above my head. 

I was standing at the edge of her bed. My hands cuffed to her metal bed frame, and the specially installed hooks that held the cuffs. Along with the the spreader bar at my ankles, that too, bound to the ends of the posts at the bottom of her bed. 

My heart pounded, my breasts feeling heavy as they rise and fall on my chest, my nipples hard with anticipation and fear as I shiver and feel goosebumps form in a steady wave over my skin.

"Remy.." I breathe her name, wondering if she's still there when I can't hear her moving anymore. 

"Rem-"

"Yes?" she replies, her voice right infront of me, startling me, making me jerk against the restraints.  My heart rushes, and my pussy drips at the sound of her voice. I pant with adrenaline running through my veins from her startling my by being so close. 

"I thought you left." I say meekly and my stomach sucks in as I feel the point of her sharp fake nail. A single one that pokes slightly between my breasts and then drags down the middle of my torso, slowly, harshly, and in my head I imagine the trail of pink that her single scratch will leave on my skin. Even if she does not break my skin, I bruise and mark easily. 

I shiver as her nail stops above my belly button. She pushes her nail harder, stabbing slowly into my belly, making me whimper. Her fingernails recedes and then scratches around the side of my navel and down to my pelvic area. 

She trails the nail around the traingle patch of hair and then back up my stomach and between my breasts. 

I curse when I feel her nail leave when it reaches my breast bone, and then all of her nails lightly glide from the tops of my breasts, down, feather light, her sharp pointed acrylic nails snagging on my nipples, as they pass making me groan. 

Remy's "room"  was my secret space. The place where she took control, where she brought excitement into my life , and made me feel in control, by handing all control to her. 

I was 18. Just starting college, and against the wishes of my parents, going to a school out of state. I was their little girl. Their good, perfect, straight A, honor roll, over achiever. President of my class from middle school all the way until I graduated. I volunteered, didn't drink, didn't smoke or do drugs. I didn't party. I never did anything risky or anything bad. 

At least not until Remy Rayne. 

She'd sat herself next to me on orientation, and I was just struck by her. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She was everything I wasn't.  She had long silky ink black hair, with eyes so blue , I hadn't been sure they were real. She had her long, stiletto nails painted a matte black, with several silver rings adorning her fingers. A lip ring, a tongue ring, and crescent moon outline tattooed behind her ear. It was the smallest of tattoos, but even one so small would have given my parents a stroke. I remember how badly my lips were drawn to wanting to kiss that spot on her neck behind right ear. She wasn't much taller than me, but with her boots, or in todays case, her heels, she towered a good five to six inches or so above me. 

She became a friend instantly. Lived in the same dorm. Yet on seperate floors. But today we were in her "club".  Well, the club where she worked. Remy worked in a sex club, where she was a dominatrix to men and women. People paid her to be bound, to be punished, to be abused, to be humiliated , and degraded. She told me the things she did within days of being friends with her. 

And here I was now...a month into our friendship...my curiosity...and her persistance...brought me here. To her club. 

It didn't matter to Remy that I was a virgin, that I'd never so much as been felt up, and shared exactly ONE kiss with a boy in fifth grade. I had no idea how I was so comfortable giving control to her. Stripping naked. Letting her be the first person to ever lay eyes on my body.

"We'll go slow Lola" she whispers my name, and I can feel her breath on my cheek, on my lips, and she's so close I can taste the mint on her breath. 

I swallow and give a nod. "Okay." 

"Anything you don't like. Simply stay red, and it stops." she says. 

I knew this already. She'd told me when she told me about what she does. I nod. 

"Green is good. Yellow is to let me know you're close to reaching your limit." she says. 

I nod again. 

"I remember." I say. 

"Do not hesitate to use them Lola, especially if it's something you don't like, or that you're unsure about." she says and I lick my lips and nod. 

"Okay" I answer shakily. 

"did you enjoy this?" she asks, raking her nails lightly again down over my breasts as I hiss inwardly and feel my breath shake as I exhale. I nod. 

"Yes" I answer quietly. 

"Good." she says simply. 

"Because I enjoy doing it Lola." she says and I bite my lip as she rakes them down again, this time slightly harder, but still not hard at all. 

"I knew your breasts would be perfect." she says as the backs of her nails drag up my breasts and then the tips of them scratch down slowly. 

"You have gorgeous breasts." she whispers and I feel her breasts push over mine, the latex top she wears rubs against my skin and I inhale as her mouth hovers so close I can taste it. 

"I'm so glad you are showing them to me Lola" she says and I can feel her lips, barely touching, so close and I want to cry. I want her to kiss me. God, I want her to kiss me. I didnt understand why I was so attracted to a female , but Lola sparked my interest the second I saw her, and that interest has only grown since we started talking and hanging out. 

"I can't believe my sweet little lamb is giving herself over to me." she whispers and I whimper and then feel her shush me with her lips against my cheek, her lips brushing my ear. 

"why are you crying little lamb?" she asks, using the nickname she gave me. I was Lola Lelane Lamb. She coined the nickname the second she learned my name. Said I was innocent, and cute...like a little lamb. 

"Don't cry" she whispers. I inahle sharply when I feel her tongue run up my neck. Laying it flat on my skin, and dragging it up slowly to my ear and I whimper again , slightly moaning as she moans into my ear. 

"You taste good." she tells me as I feel her nails choose to drag down my sides now and I squirm. 

"I bet all of you tastes good." she says.

"I bet your cunt tastes like no other." 

Her words making me gasp.

"Do you want me to taste your cunt?" she asks and I breathe faster, unsure of what I should say. 

"I...I dont know" I answer. 

"I want to taste it Lola." she whispers and I groan when her lips brush mine slightly. 

"I want to taste my little innocent lamb" she says and kisses me. I let out a surprised noise and my mouth pushes excitedly against hers, but she pulls back. And her mouth is gone as quickly as it came and I'm panting, squirming and she hums slightly.

"You want to kiss me Lola?" she asks. 

I nod. She hums, and I feel her place a hand on the middle of my chest, sliding it up to my neck and then cupping my jaw as she brings her mouth back to mine, barely touching as she speaks to me. 

"How bad do you want to kiss me Lola Lamb?" she asks and I feel my toes curl, and I can't fucking think, that's how bad I want her to kiss me. 

"Talk to me little lamb" she whispers and gives my mouth a soft kiss and pulls back. 

"Talk to me and tell me how bad you want me to keep kissing you" she says softly. Her tongue teasing my lips as I whimper. 

"I've only ever kissed one person." I say my voice shaking. 

"In 5th grade..." I say, swallowing, my shame heating my cheeks. 

"I didn't care...It..it didnt bother me...but...I...I knew I wanted to kiss you...at oreintation." I say and she hisses inwardly through her teeth. 

"Is that right?" she asks. 

"Little Lamb wanted to kiss me as soon as she saw me?" she asks. 

I nod and swallow hard. "Yes." 

"Why didn't you?" she asks, and her nails scratch down my stomach and I gasp and shiver, groaning as my body trembles. 

"I..I don't know" I say. 

"Yes you do." she says. 

"Tell me why" she says and those nails dig harder, and I hiss as they scratch up my thighs on the sides and over my hips. 

"I ...you're a girl" I say. 

"and I didnt know you." 

"and i dont know how."

I ramble. 

"why would me being a girl matter Lamb?" she asks. Her nails circling around my nipples, making them draw so painfully tight. 

"I'm not...a lesbian" I say. 

"Yet you are naked...bound for me...letting me touch you....and tease you...letting me make fantasies you didn't even know you had come true." she says. 

"And ...you want to kiss me Lola." she says. 

"Why do you want to kiss me if you don't like women?" she asks her hands sliding around my back and up it, then her nails dragging down slowly as her breasts and the latex of her top presses into my breasts and hiss at the stinging trails her nails leave, my back arching. 

"M-maybe I just...maybe it's just you." I say. 

"I've never looked at another girl that way....wanting to kiss them I mean." I tell her honestly. 

"Hmmm" she hums. 

"The things we do in this room Lola...you still understand it stops here right?..that nothing leaves this room....and I'm just here to give you an open mind to your own pleasures." she says. I nod. 

I understood that. But didn't like it. I wanted to kiss Remy a lot. I wanted her nails scratching over me , a lot. I wanted her to taste me like she said, a lot. I wanted to do things with Remy as much as I could. 

"Please" I whisper, not even realizing i've spoken until she speaks.

"Please what little lamb?" she asks her hands running back up my back. 

"Kiss me...please" I ask quietly. 

"Only today...only this once...in this room..." she says, because I know she told me she never kisses anyone in this room. I nod. 

"Oh little lamb..." she says her hands grabbing my face, and I hate that I can't see her. Hate that she won't let me look at her. 

"I want to see you." I say. 

"Imagine my face Lola...you know what it looks like." she says and I whimper. 

"Shhhh" she says and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. 

"Quit your crying little lamb" she says tenderly. 

Her lips brush mine. "No more crying" she whispers.