It was astonishing what a simple length of cloth could do. As the black silk blindfold tightened over her eyes, Andrea Maurer felt her inhibitions slip away, the elegant, professional young woman with the unbreakable work ethic who could speak to business leaders and foreign diplomats as an equal transformed into her Mistress’ favourite plaything, obedient and submissive and eager for whatever kinky adventure was in store. Not a rope or strap or cuff kept her pale, naked figure restrained as she knelt at the foot at the bed she shared with Mariam, for tonight, there was no need. Love and passion and her own wish to be used were bonds enough, and the redhead moaned as a pair of fingers caressed the folds of her womanhood, withdrawing slick with want. “God, she is wet already!” came the voice of Noriko Shibuya, hugely amused. “You have certainly done a good job in training her, Mariam.”
“Oh, this is all her,” Mariam Kamal insisted, and Andrea imagined the bright, wide smile adorning the Persian beauty’s face as she took up position behind her lover, breath warm upon her neck. “Seriously, Mistress, I’ve never met anyone more courageous and willing to push her boundaries than Andrea. It’s one of the many things I love about her.”
“Is that so?” asked the Japanese woman, and Andrea felt gloved fingers reach beneath her chin and tilt her head up. “Tell me, do you like your blindfold, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Andrea answered honestly, shivering with delight. Willingly blind as she was, her sense of touch had amplified to compensate, until every last caress and pinch and grope seemed to drive her wild. Dusky, strong hands began to fondle her perfect breasts, and Andrea threw her head back at the sensation, squealing in delight. “Oh, Mariam!”
“Ooh, listen to the sounds she’d making,” Mariam teased, continuing her ministrations. “Expect to hear a lot of that tonight, Mistress.”
“So it seems.” Warm lips crashed against the redhead’s own, a tongue plundering her mouth. The kiss ended, leaving Andrea breathless and flushed, and to her right came the sound of something being placed on the carpet beside her, her thoughts racing with excitement over what it could be. “We are going to ravish you, my dear. Is this what you want?”
“Yes. I trust you both, and I… I want this,” asserted the redhead, her blush deepening at her boldness. She’d never even considered bringing another woman into mix, even on an ad-hoc basis, so happy was she with Mariam, but in two weeks since she and Noriko had been introduced to one another, she’d come to trust and respect the older woman. Enough that when Mariam suggested she join in the fun, Andrea had been happy to accept, the Persian beauty’s tutor in the pleasurable arts eager to give Andrea the same courtesy. “Please, I need you. Both of you.”
“Then let us not keep you waiting, pet,” said Noriko. The buzzing noise was all the warning Andrea would receive before the vibrator pressed firmly against her apex, and she swore she could hear the smile in the Japanese woman’s voice as her cries of pleasure began to echo around the room. “We will take off that blindfold eventually. But first, let us determine how much pleasure you can endure…”