Vicki Chambers sipped her wine and glanced around the club nervously. It was the first time she had been out on her own for as long as she could remember - maybe she had never been out to a club on her own, maybe she had always been either with friends or with her husband, Jack. Ex-husband, she thought bitterly. After ten years of what, she realised in retrospect, had been a rather unsatisfactory and unfulfilling marriage, she had just been through a vicious divorce, triggered by her discovery of her husband's infidelity with, literally, the girl next door, barely out of her teens and at least fifteen years younger than either of them.

Her friends had told her that she had to ‘get back out there’, by which they meant back on the dating scene, something she hadn’t had to deal with since she left college. When she’d asked her best friend Stacey to accompany her to provide moral support and encouragement, she had declined, telling her that she had a much better chance of success if she hunted as a lone ‘cougar’, tracking her prey and moving in for the ‘kill’ with no distractions. As Stacey had extensive experience of such things, Vicki took her word for it, even though she felt uncomfortable with the hunting analogy. Maybe I’m a vegetarian of the dating scene, she thought, but nevertheless, here she was.

Things didn't seem to be quite working out. She had thought that, as a ‘mature’ woman, and still very good looking according to all her friends, she would find some young hunk looking to sow his wild seeds, in the hope that they could have a commitment-free relationship of fun sex,where he brought the youth and enthusiasm, and she brought the experience. It would also be a kind of revenge on her husband, to prove that she could also attract someone young and good-looking.

The problem was, there didn't seem to be any such targets available. All the young men were either with a girlfriend or, in some cases, boyfriend, or they were in larger groups, out on the town for drinks, for a laugh, on the pull. She found these groups intimidating, fearing that, if she were to approach them, she might end up the victim of a ‘roasting’ - being passed around a group of men like some common whore was not on her bucket list of sexual fantasies.

The only single men in the club were of her own age or older. Several of them had approached her, offering her drinks and trying to make conversation, but Vicki found them creepy - too pushy, too intent on only one thing, even though that thing actually what she had come here for. Maybe she just wasn’t cut out for the one-night stand.

Gradually, as the evening wore on, her confidence and resolve began to drain away, making her regret her decision to come out. Whatever ‘cougar’ she had in her had turned into a pussycat, ready to curl up by the fire. She should just cut her losses and go home…

"It's pretty tough, isn't it?"

"Excuse me?" she said, looking up at the young woman who had spoken. She looked to be in her early twenties, had short, well-cut blond hair, and wore a sleeveless top which was short enough to leave a gap of bare midriff before her low-rise leggings began, leading down to high-heeled sandals. She had a slight frame, but carried herself with a lot of confidence. Her face was lit up by a wry smile, and Vicki had to concede that she was very pretty.

"It's hard, dating as a single girl, especially when it's been a while," she elucidated.

"How… how did you know?" Vicki asked in confusion.

"I was watching," the girl replied, "Hi, I'm Lucy, do you mind if I sit with you?" Vicki shook her head and indicated to the seat beside her, before introducing herself. Lucy sat down at the table.

"I could see you didn't look too comfortable," she went on, "and I thought you might need some company. I know I would - I've been in your situation."

"I doubt it," Vicki scoffed, "you could have any man you wanted in the room!"

"Well, there's the problem," Lucy responded with another wry smile.

"Ah. Oops. Sorry, I didn't realise!" Vicki stuttered, blushing a little.

"No worries," Lucy laughed, "it's not like we wear a sign around our necks, or have two heads."

"So… what are you doing here?"

"The same as you," Lucy replied, "most people here are either hooked up or trying to hook up, one way or another."

" Well, at least I'm safe," Vicki smiled, "you wouldn't want anything to do with an old baggage like me!"

"Don't do yourself down, Victoria," Lucy said in a firm tone of voice, "you're a very beautiful woman." Vicki giggled nervously, unsure about the girl, and about the comment she had just made. She was also surprised at being called ’Victoria’ - no one called her that except her mother and some of her teachers at school. She was about to correct her, but decided not to - somehow, it seemed… appropriate.

"Are you… excuse me if I'm being rude or stupid, but are you hitting on me?" she asked, becoming even more red in the face.

"All in good time, Victoria," Lucy replied as she stood up and took both their glasses, "let's have another drink before we get into that."

Vicki watched the younger woman walk towards the bar, her eyes seemingly hypnotised into staring at the girl’s buttocks as her slender hips swayed. When she reached the bar, Lucy turned and looked at her with a smile, making Vicki feel like she had been caught in the act. Flustered, she looked away quickly, feeling her cheeks burning hot.

Why was she acting like this, she wondered, like some kind of teenage girl? She had never had the slightest attraction to other women. It must be the attention, she rationalised, she had been so starved of attention and compliments that she was overreacting to a few kind words. She got a grip of herself and, by the time Lucy returned from the bar, she had calmed her breathing and pulse rate back to normal.

The two women chatted away, drinking and laughing, oblivious to the people around them. The conversation ranged from failed relationships to fumbling encounters, to the state of the nation, to the arts and culture and on into world politics and Hollywood movies. Vicki found that, to her surprise, she was having a really enjoyable evening, and realised that she hadn't had such interesting and challenging interaction with anyone since she had left college.

"Well, I think I should be making my way home," Vicki said a little sadly and, she had to admit, a little slurry, as she got up from the table, stumbling a little.

"I think I should give you a hand," Lucy remarked as she stood up and took Vicki’s arm to help her outside.

"Whoa, I must've had a little more to drink then I thought!" Vicki commented as the cold, fresh air struck her face, "could you flag down a taxi for me, Lucy, darling? I'm sure they’ll stop for you much quicker than they would for me!" She tripped on an uneven flagstone, and was saved from falling only because Lucy was hanging on to her tightly.

"I'm thinking coffee might be a good idea at this point," she said, "why don't you come back to my place?"

"Why, are you trying to seduce me, Mrs Robinson?" Vicki giggled.

"Quite possibly," Lucy replied, "let's get you into this taxi."

Once in the vehicle, Vicki seemed to sober up quickly.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she said, holding her hand to her forehead, "I'm not lesbian… not like you."

"How do you know if you've never tried?" Lucy responded with a smile, her arm still around Vicki's shoulders. As the other woman tried to work out how to respond to this, Lucy leaned forward and, pulling her in close, placed her lips against Vicki's.

The kiss was long, slow and, to Vicki's bemused mind, the most erotic she had ever had. As Lucy's tongue gently but persistently worked to part of her lips, then play with her own tongue, the overpowering sensations were of the softness of the girl’s lips and the heady scent of her perfume. No man had ever taken that much care or been that gentle with her, least of all her husband of ten years, whose selfishness contrasted so starkly with the feelings washing over her now.

She felt a hand gently massaging her breast, at first through the material of her blouse, but then inside her bra, delicate fingers rubbing her nipple until it was erect.

"We shouldn't… we shouldn't… " she whispered breathlessly when their lips finally parted.

"You deserve some pleasure in your life, Victoria," Lucy murmured as she straightened the other woman's clothing, "I'll give you a night you'll never forget." Silence fell in the back of the cab as Vicki tried to formulate a response, but came up with nothing.

She seemed to be in a daze as the taxi pulled up and they got out, as Lucy led her into an upmarket apartment building and then to the lift. It was only when the young woman pinned her against the mirrored wall and planted her lips once more against her mouth that Vicki responded. Unlike in the cab, when she had been entirely passive, she moved her tongue forward, contesting the space inside her mouth with the now more insistent intruder. She put her hand on Lucy’s waist, feeling her bare skin and, tentatively, moving upwards, underneath the garment. She felt a hand on her buttocks, gently but firmly massaging, and she began to respond physically, her breath becoming shorter as it whistled through her nostrils.

"You seem to be starting to enjoy yourself," Lucy whispered as she nibbled on Vicki's ear. Vicki could think of no response, and remained silent.

The lift came to a halt and the doors opened. Lucy held her hand as she led her to an apartment door, and then inside. The kissing resumed and, once again, she found herself pressed back against the wall, the slip of a girl completely in charge.

Vicki felt her heart pounding in her chest as, one by one, the buttons of her blouse released under Lucy's nimble fingers. Her own arms hung uselessly at her sides and she allowed the girl to pull the material from the waistband of her skirt and then ease it off her shoulders before letting it fall onto the carpeted floor of the atrium.

"Lucy, I don't think…" she finally managed to say, but got no further.

"Don't think, Victoria, just feel," Lucy responded as she gently pulled the straps of Vicki’s bra off her shoulders and down her arms until the cups flipped down, baring her breasts.

"Oh my God…" Vicki moaned as she felt lips close around her right breast, sucking on the nipple and the tongue flicking it playfully, while her left breast was groped quite roughly, the nipple pinched and pulled between thumb and forefinger. Soon, the bra was on the floor with her blouse, and the searching fingers were working on the clasp and zip of her skirt, quickly consigned to the floor to join the growing pile.

"My my, what a hairy girl you are," Lucy said as she straightened up, and Vicki realised that, while she had been completely distracted by the alternate suckling of her breasts, her knickers had been pulled down to her knees, exposing her crotch with its luxuriant thatch. She felt embarrassed at her lack of grooming, although apparently not by being stripped by a girl nearly twenty years her junior - any possible embarrassment by that seemed to have been overwhelmed by lust.

"Take off the rest of your clothes, Victoria, there's a good girl."

Vicki looked up at the girl with a jolt of surprise. Her face was still calm and friendly, but they both knew that this was not a request or a proposal, it was a command. Was Vicki prepared to go that far? Given that she was standing semi-naked in the young woman's apartment already, some might see it as a moot point. But Vicki knew that this was another Rubicon to be crossed, one between passively accepting Lucy's treatment of her, and actively submitting to the girl’s dominance of her.

The thought passed through her mind that, two hours ago, she was on the prowl to find a man who would take her into the realms of ecstasy, allowing her to forget her troubles for a while. Maybe with a single, though rather significant, change to that script, she could still have the night of passion she had fantasised about? She could imagine the voices of her parents, friends, and even complete strangers judging her, disapproving, insisting she should be ashamed and guilty of even contemplating such an act.

She’d always hated those judgemental voices.

With shaking fingers, and struggling to breathe properly, she fumbled with the clips on her suspender belt to release one stocking, then bent to slide the silky black material down her smooth leg until she reached her ankle, where she pulled off her shoe and then the rolled-up stocking. She took off her other shoe and stocking, then unclipped her suspender belt, dropping it to the floor. She stood before the dominant young woman completely naked, wondering nervously what would happen now.

With a smile, Lucy took her hand and led her through one of the two doors leading from the atrium. Vicki found herself in a luxurious bedroom, well appointed, dominated by the large four-poster bed in front of her. At the foot of the bed was what looked like some kind of large box covered by black material, but Vicki's attention was soon drawn elsewhere.

"I promised you a night you would never forget," Lucy said as she took something from a chest of drawers, "and it will be a night of pleasure. First, you need to put these on."

Vicki looked at what she was holding out and felt an overwhelming surge of surprise, alarm and, most disconcertingly, arousal. Lucy was proffering a set of white leather cuffs. She stood immobile, the battle between the urge to run and the desire to submit raging within her. Lucy watched the competing emotions on the woman's face and waited patiently to see which side would win out.

She was pleased when Vicki finally reached out and took the cuffs one by one, placing them around her ankles and then her wrists, fastening the buckles in place. Without a word, Lucy stepped forward and placed a small padlock on each cuff, ensuring it could not be removed without the key.

"One more thing, Victoria," Lucy said, and this time handed her a collar in the same white leather. Vicki looked at it for a moment, recognising it as another symbol of her total submission, before placing it around her neck and fastening it. Lucy stepped forward and locked it in place.

"Kneel for me, Victoria, and put your hands behind your back."

Vicki did as she was told, all rational thoughts of shame and embarrassment now dismissed - she would do as she was told and just see what happened. Her heart pounded, her chest rose and fell rapidly with her shallow breathing, and she felt the butterflies of excitement in her lower belly. She had never done anything remotely as adventurous, or possibly stupid, as this in her life. Whatever happens, happens, she thought as she looked up at the incredibly poised and controlling young woman standing over her.

She watched as Lucy, finally, started to undress in front of her. She pulled her top over her head, revealing her small, firm breasts as she wore no bra, then kicked off her shoes and pulled down her leggings. Vicki couldn't help but admire the round globes of her buttocks, split by the thin strip of material of the black thong she was wearing. As she turned around and removed the thong, Vicki stared at the mound of her sex, completely devoid of hair, and found herself wondering inconsequentially whether the girl shaved, waxed, or had had some kind of electrolysis treatment to get her pussy so perfectly smooth.

Lucy sank to her knees in front of Vicki and, leaning forward, put her hands behind the older woman's head and pulled her into another long, exploratory, passionate kiss. Her hands roamed across the naked body before her, feeling her breasts, stroking the soft flesh of her stomach, reaching around to the plump expanse of her behind. Vicki felt herself overcome by the tenderness of the kiss and the stimulation of the fondling touch, the fingers finally settling on her hard nipples, teasing them until they were almost painfully erect.

"Come," Lucy commanded as, hooking a finger through the ring on the front of Vicki's collar, she rose to her feet. Vicki had no option but to follow, although there was no thought of doing anything other than to obey, and she was lead over to the bed.

Pushing down gently on Vicki's shoulders, Lucy made her first sit, and then lie, on the bed, leaving Vicki once more looking up at her. She watched as if hypnotised, a rabbit caught in the headlights, as Lucy moved her left arm until her hand was close to the bed post above her head, and pulled out a thin but sturdy silvery chain which was attached to the post, clipping the free end to the D-ring on her wrist cuff. Unable to move or react, she watched helplessly as her right wrist was similarly restrained, followed by her ankles at the foot of the bed.

Tentatively, she raised her arm and brought it back towards her as far as she could, quickly discovering that, while she could move, she could not touch herself any longer, and she could not bring her legs together. She looked up at the smiling girl above her, excitement and trepidation assaulting her in equal measure. Suddenly, she found she couldn't take the suspense any longer.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" she asked tremulously.

"Well," Lucy replied, sliding onto the bed on her hands and knees, straddling Vicki's body, "I think you'll agree I can do whatever I please, can't I? Now, where did I put my whip…" She enjoyed the look of uncertainty which passed across the supine woman's face, before relenting.

"Don't panic, Victoria, I won't be using any whip on you - for now, at least. As I promised, this will be a night of pleasure."

The expectation in Vicki's mind was that Lucy would immediately attack her pussy, but it turned out that she couldn't have been more wrong.

She started by kissing Vicki on the eyelids, then cheeks, lips, and neck, pressing her soft lips against her skin, swirling her tongue and nibbling with teeth where she could. Pretty soon, Vicki was giving out little moans and whimpers of pleasure as the kissing moved on to more unusual, less frequented, places - the crook of her elbow, the inside of her wrist around the cuff, along her shoulder, the underside of her ample breasts - as well as plenty of time spent on more traditional erogenous zones - her nipples and areolas, the skin over her ribs, around and in her tummy button, down to her hips and inner thighs. Just when Vicki felt the moment had finally arrived, Lucy instead  moved down the bed and began working on her legs - the back of her knees, over her Achilles tendon, the bridge of her foot, the arch of the sole. All the while, Lucy's fingers were touching, probing, pinching, poking, fondling, massaging, never leaving Vicki's hypersensitive body.

It seemed there was no square inch of Vicki's body that had not been explored and stimulated. All except the one place that she now most desired it.

Vicki’s arousal gradually rose as the teasing, tormenting touches continued. Her vocalisations became louder, more urgent, as she writhed about on the bed, encountering and, she found, relishing the restrictions of her bondage as she pulled on the chains holding her open and available.

"Please… I need… please…" Her inarticulate mumblings eloquently expressed her desire, mounting eventually towards desperation, for that relieving stimulation. She felt like she would explode, unable to cope with the frustrated anticipation, the never-ending withholding of that promise.

At the moment she felt she could take no more, she realised it had stopped. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Lucy climbing off the bed and walking away, towards the door, opening the door, going through the door, closing the door. Vicki was suddenly alone with her pent-up arousal and no way to satisfy it. She was totally confused. She looked at the clock beside the bed and realised that Lucy had been tormenting her for over an hour. Vicki wanted nothing more than for her to come back and finish the job.

Lucy returned after a couple of minutes, carrying a glass of white wine.

"Sorry to leave you hanging, Victoria, but I was getting thirsty," she said as she stood by the bed, "would you like a drink?" Vicki nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Lucy took a mouthful of wine and clambered on top of Vicki once more. She placed her lips against the other’s mouth and very carefully allowed the wine to dribble out of her mouth and into Vicki's. At the same time, she reached down and began to massage that aching spot between her legs which had been so neglected until this point.

"You're very wet down here, Victoria," Lucy remarked when their alcoholic kiss was over. Bringing her hand up, she licked her fingers slowly and deliberately.

"Mmm, you taste very good…" She kissed Vicki on the lips, harder this time, more urgently, and she felt the kiss returned with equal force.

Lucy jumped down from the bed again, but she didn't leave the room this time, she just went to the chest of drawers and brought back what Vicki recognised to be a magic wand vibrator. She recognised it, but she had never owned or used one, although she had heard that they were pretty good. Lucy plugged it into the wall and then climbed back beside Vicki, switching on the vibrator and running it over her breasts, holding it against her nipples.

"Oh my god, that feels good!" Vicki breathed, wriggling under the device’s attentions, but in no way trying to disengage from it. With her eyes closed in ecstatic enjoyment, she felt it move down across her stomach until it rested on her plump venus mound. Instantly, her moans became louder and she began to raise her hips, trying to press her flesh harder against the head of the wand.

The orgasm built slowly but inexorably within her. Lucy kept moving the vibrating head around, stimulating her but not as much as when it pressed directly down on her clitoris. Vicki's cries became louder as the moment approached, and she desperately thrust her sex against the device, now slick with her juices.

"Yes! I'm cum… I'm cumming!" she wailed, thrashing from side to side on the bed. At that moment, she felt the wand pulled away, and she looked up in desperation, her eyes wild.

"Please!" she pleaded, "please make me cum!" She saw the smile on Lucy's face, and wondered what was going on.

"Your pleasure is in my gift," Lucy responded, "I'm in control of your body now, Victoria. I am your Mistress. Ask me properly if you may cum."

Vicki looked up in shock and surprise at the words, but she understood what was happening, that Lucy had been working up to this, manipulating her to reach this point. And she was desperate enough to go along with it.

"Yes, Mistress! Please may I cum, Mistress?!" She almost screamed the words and, despite the fact that she had been forced into it, she wasn't unhappy to say them - she recognised that Lucy was not only dominating her, but that she had brought out the submissive in Vicki. She wanted to submit almost as much as she wanted to cum.

"Good girl," Lucy smiled, "your Mistress is inclined to indulge your desire on this occasion." With that, she brought the vibrator back down into contact with Vicki’s burning sex, and the chained woman began to writhe under its touch once again.

The orgasm arrived quickly and explosively, possessing Vicki in a way she had never experienced before. Her husband had rarely bothered with her needs, merely satisfying himself before rolling over and going to sleep. She had told herself it was only natural, that men and women were different, and had furtively completed the job herself, keeping silent and still, before turning away, riven with guilt.

This was completely different. She screamed out her passion, not caring whether neighbours or the whole damn city heard her. She grabbed at the bedposts, clawed at the sheet, and threw herself around as much as the chains holding her would allow. The orgasm seemed to permeate her whole body, reaching and stimulating every part, from the tingle in her toes to the bristling of the hairs on the back of her neck. And the moment of climax just went on and on, driving everything else from her mind as pleasure flooded her brain and body like monsoon rain in the parched desert.

“Thankyou, Lucy… Mistress. That was… incredible,” she managed to pant as the moment finally passed, leaving her sweaty and exhausted.

“You’re welcome, honey,” Lucy smiled. “like I said, you deserved that. And this…”

Vicki watched as the girl went to the drawers and returned once more, this time with a more traditional vibrator.

“M-Mistress?” Vicki gasped as she felt the vibrating dildo sliding into her well-lubricated sex. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, abandoning herself to the resurgent arousal as the wand also resumed its magical ministrations.

“I promised you a night of pleasure, not just a moment,” Lucy said as she looked down at her latest conquest, “ and Mistress Lux always keeps her promises…”