Unknown - Tattoo dreams

Kelli was not about to give in to this extortion, and thought quickly.

"Tell you what Laura, why don't we get together tonight and discuss it further. I really don't have time for your shit right now." She hoped her brisk attitude would put Laura in her place.

"Well, okay, if you absolutely have to," she replied.

"I do. Tell you what, why don't you come over to my place tonight, say around eight o'clock? We haven't been together for awhile anyway, and oh Laura, I just don't know what to say," Kelli said, feigning that she was insecure about this.

On the contrary, Kelli would just have to deal with Laura like she dealt with everyone else in the world. Cold. Strict. No mercy. She was not about to let this little snip of a girl get ANY advantage over her.

"Okay Laura? At eight?" Kelli asked.

"Okay Kelli, see you then," the young secretary smiled as she walked back to her desk. She thought she had Kelli Stroud just where she wanted her.

After Laura had returned to her desk, Kelli made a quick series of phone calls, and returned to her work. She had too many appointments to finish them in time to prepare for Laura's visit. And, the phone calls she just made, would make her work day even shorter.

She ate a quick lunch at the Keg Barn Deli, wolfing down her pasta salad as she spent a few minutes planning the rest of the evening.

After two more drive by appraisals, one showing in south San Carmel, and a quick stop at the printer to drop off some advertising, Kelli turned into her driveway, tired, yet a sense of exhilaration filling her as she went into the house.

"A nice relaxing bath ought to perk me up," she said to herself as she drew the bath water.

She took her time scrubbing herself, then let the waters course around her tired flesh, as she took a catnap.

The doorbell chimed just as she finished toweling herself, and slipped on a sexy camisole.

"Hello Barbara," Kelli smiled as she greeted the woman, swinging her oak front door open wide. "Glad you are on time."

Barbara Rush wondered why Kelli had been so insistent on her arriving at seven o'clock. She usually didn't request her presence until eight.

As Kelli quickly bound her wrists behind her as was now the accepted practice immediately when Barbara arrived. The woman knelt in front of her, and after having her wrists securely tied, obediently placed the required ten kisses of 'hello' on the tops of Kelli's bare feet, thighs and vagina.

As always, Barbara Rush was captivated by the delicate curve of Kelli's instep as she bent in submission, her lips lightly touching the delicate flesh.

As she finished kissing the girl's feet, she worked her mouth up the ivory pillars of Kelli's thighs, and groaned in need after finishing the soft placement of those welcoming kisses, and moved her mouth to say 'hello' to her mistress's vagina.

This ritual rite of submission excited the older woman beyond belief.

After the required rite was completed, Kelli helped Barbara to her feet and guided her by her bound arms up the stairs to the bedroom. Seating her on the edge of the king sized bed, she removed the woman's shoes, nylons, skirt and started to unbutton her blouse.

"I don't want to ruin this nice blouse Barbara, so I'm going to untie your wrists for a moment and take it off."

"Yes Kelli."

"Don't move."

"Yes Kelli," her voice simmered with barely checked passion.

Quickly she untied the older woman's wrists and removed her blouse. Barbara was not wearing a bra and Kelli paused for just a moment to kiss her nipples, bringing them quickly to hardness.

Barbara Rush didn't move, even though the instant pleasure Kelli's lips brought, made her want to squirm and thrust her breasts all the way in to the pretty mouth.

"I think you'll need more stringent restraint tonight darling, so I'm going to handcuff you. Arms behind your back please," her voice was low and seductive.

Submissively, Barbara complied.

Click. Click. The handcuffs ratcheted home, and Barbara tested their tightness moving her wrists slightly.

Kelli stood Barbara up and walked her over to the large walk-in closet, opened the door and roughly shoved her inside.

Taking a length of adhesive tape, she cut a strip and placed it over the woman's lips, sealing off any sounds of protest. She took several short lengths of rope and tied the woman's ankles and thighs together, then placed a leather leash around her neck, buckling it snugly.

Taking another length of rope, Kelli wound it through a ring in the leash and affixed the other end to the bar running the length of the closet. Barbara Rush was tightly bound, and wondered what was to come next.

Kelli produced a leather discipline helmet and pulled it over the woman's head. Barbara could smell the leather, and her pussy lubricated again. Kelli finished buckling the various straps and zipped the mouth opening closed.

Barbara Rush was cocooned in a world of leather, shutting out sight and sound.

"I'll see you in a little while, darling," Kelli said as she shut off the light and started to close the door.

"Oh, almost forgot," she added, matter-of-factly, rummaging through her bondage devices.

Picking up a ten inch vibrating dildo, she pushed it into Barbara's juicing pussy, and secured it tightly with a leather belt. Turning the knob to high speed, Kelli closed the door.

"Enjoy your bondage darling, I'll be back in a little while."

Barbara's knees started to buckle at the immediate intense pleasure creeping into her pussy as the dildo did its work. She was powerless to do anything but stand in her rigorous position and let her pussy spasm in wave after wave of sensuous feelings.

Kelli went back down the steps smiling to herself.

"That ought to keep her for awhile. Boy, for an old broad, she sure got into this scene fast!"

"That traitorous little cunt ought to be here soon," her thoughts continued, as she turned down the lights.

"Blackmail me, will she!" her anger started rising again, as she heard a knock at the back door.

It was seven thirty.

"He's right on time," she thought as she opened the door.

"Hi baby! I was sure glad to hear from you, is she here yet?" Craig Rush's eyes gleamed as he walked into the kitchen, his voice tinged with his barely concealed excitement.

"She's upstairs right now," Kelli replied.

"She's rather preoccupied at the moment if you get my drift, but don't worry Craig, this'll be a night you'll long remember."

Kelli had called Craig earlier in the day and told him he needed to meet with her about the sale of their house. When they met, Kelli reminded him that for not fighting the increased commission, she would give him an experience that he would never forget.

She knew he was into B amp;D from the magazines she had seen in his night stand when she first inspected the house to list it.

Craig was more than happy to pay an increased fee if he could for once participate in the scene his wife had always refused to try.

This was one of the reasons for their divorce.

When he heard Kelli's plan, and found out it included Barbara, he would have agreed to paying twenty percent! Kelli didn't push her luck though. She did enjoy the sex scenes as much as she enjoyed making money, so this would be the best of all worlds.

"Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable Craig," Kelli said.

"Just find a chair in the corner, where the light is not too bright. You're going to love the first part of this."

"The other girl should be here at eight, and I'll start with her. Then, we'll get them both going," she smiled as the man settled himself in an over-stuffed chair.

"Care for a drink?" she asked him as he got comfortable. "I've just restocked the bar, so you name it, I'll fix it."