Jazz

Jazz picked up a pair of nipple clamps, the way Gina had blushed at the comment made Jazz think she might like those. She also got a feather, paddle, pleasure belt and other minor nick knacks. When Ty returned, Jazz had her fit Gina for a pair of 5-inch stilettos with locking ankle straps and a bondage corset. Her friend didn't protest once and was terribly quiet and withdrawn on the ride home.

"Talk to me Gina," Jazz said as she got onto 95 and headed home.

"I don't know what to say." "What are you thinking? Feeling? Was that too much for you?"

"I don't know. I feel...all fluttery inside. I...I nearly came when you made me show that woman my tits. It was humiliating...but arousing too? I'm not making any sense at all am I?"

Jazz chuckled and pulled over to the side of the road. She reached into the back seat and rummaged around in one of the bags before finding what she wanted. She tore off the packaging and handed the case, which looked like a large jewelry box to Gina.

"What's this?"

"Open it and find out."

She did so, staring in confusion at the two large golden balls sitting on their velvet bed. She looked up at Jazz questioningly. "Ben-wa balls," the black woman said with a toothy smile.

"What are they for?"

"You put 'em in your pussy," she replied, enjoying the deep blush that came over Gina's face and neck.

"Oh," she said in a small voice.

"Now, I'm guessing you're already wet, am I right?"

Gina nodded hesitantly.

"Good, hike up your skirt, and put your legs up on the dash," Jazz said as she took the case out of Gina's hands.

Gina hesitantly complied and Jazz felt a lump in her throat. Gina's legs were long and toned, the kind of legs the short woman loved to imagine wrapped around her. Her white bikini panties were stretched tightly across her mound and Jazz hesitated just a moment before plucking one of the balls out. She caught the leg of the panties and pulled them aside, revealing Gina's trimmed blonde pubic triangle, thick lips and fleshy mound. Gina blushed scarlet, but made no move to stop her and Jazz pressed the ball to her entrance. It took a little doing, but it eventually slipped inside, producing a drawn out hiss from the tall woman. Jazz took the other ball and pushed it in also, then reluctantly released her grip and watched as the panties snapped back and covered the beautiful sight.

Jazz reluctantly returned her eyes to the road and pulled back into the light traffic. The road wasn't in very good repair and Jazz made less effort than normal to miss the ruts and potholes.

"How do they feel?"

"Strange, like they are moving inside me," Gina said in a breathless voice.

"Good, now listen to me," Jazz said, switching off the radio.

"The biggest part of a sub's enjoyment is in the surrender. You need to recognize that, if you're going to be a good top. Showing Ty your tits turned you on. Letting me put those little balls in your pussy did too, don't bother trying to deny it, I can smell your cunt from here." Jazz said.

As she suspected Gina jumped at the harsh word.

"Humiliation is also a part of it. The degree each affects a given person is different, you have to feel your way into your sub's mind and decide what does it for them."

Jazz, stopped speaking as she passed an eighteen-wheeler, concentrating solely on the road. Once she was back in a moderately open stretch she continued.

"You get off on someone talking dirty to you, don't you slut?"

"How did you know?" Gina asked after a few moments.

"I pay attention to you, even when you don't think I am, I'm watching you. Topping someone is intuitive, but it isn't brain surgery. I said cunt and you reacted, isn't too far to make the connection. You're also a closet exhibitionist, but I doubt you even realized it. I've learned more about what turns you on in the last few hours than I have in the years we've been friends. Why? Because I'm trying to. It's like any relationship, you have to communicate, but a lot of communication from your sub is non vocal, remember that."

"What else do you know about me, Jazz?"

The black woman laughed and reached over to touch Gina's arm, without taking her eyes off the road.

"A lot really. But, I'm not going to just tell you about it, I'm going to show you. So we'll let that one slide. Just remember this kid, the domme is the one who has the tough part in a relationship, not the sub. You're responsible for both of you enjoying it, whereas a sub only has to do what they're told. Steve wants to be topped, but what exactly does he want?"

"I...I don't know, I guess?"

"I didn't think you did. And he's not going to just tell you. I'm feeling my way into your head Gina. You're going to have to feel your way into his. Where that leads, I can't tell you, I don't know him and frankly, I don't want to know him."

They were silent for a while, as Jazz negotiated the heavier traffic as they approached the city. Quick sidelong glances showed Gina was having problems. She was biting her lip, and had a death grip on the door handle. Her nipples were poking out and her face was flushed. Jazz could smell her arousal and felt a sympathetic twinge in her own pussy. Ben-wa's could be hellishly subtle if you didn't know what to expect.

Jazz skipped her exit and took the bypass, getting off on the south side and eventually pulling into a badly deteriorated parking lot next to a large, nondescript building.

"What's this place?" Gina asked quietly.

Her nostrils were flaring and she seemed to be in a real state, which was what Jazz had hoped for.

"Shell's Clit club, it's a lesbian hangout," Jazz said.

"Oh Jazz, I can't go in there! What if someone sees me?"

"Relax. How many out lesbians do you know, Gina?"

"Just you," she replied, obviously puzzled.

"Right. So if you see anyone in there you know, you'll know her secret too."

"Jazz, I can't," she protested.

"All right, I'll take you home," Jazz said easily, turning the ignition. "Wait! I'll go," Gina blurted out.

"All right. That was your one slip Gina. Next time you hesitate or protest, I'm taking you home, understand?"

"I understand Jazz," she nearly whispered.

"Here are the rules. I'm going to go in first, you're to follow five minutes afterwards. You will take a seat at the bar and order a drink, something strong. Anyone asks you to dance, you will. Anyone offers to buy you a drink, you let them. You're to smile and flirt with anyone who flirts. If you get on the dance floor and someone gets handsy, you're to let them do as they please and pretend to like it, even if you don't. You can't say no tonight, unless someone tries to get you to go to the back room. Under no circumstances will you say yes and if they're riding you, I'll step in. Do you understand?"

"You want me to act like a whore?"

"No, a whore gets paid for it, you're giving it away," Jazz said with an evil grin.

She paid at the door and sauntered in, enjoying the loud music, buzz of a hundred conversations and the smoky smell. She hadn't been out to a club in ages and chided herself for not taking the time. She really did love clubbing.

Jazz got a beer at the bar, and then found a booth with a good view of both the bar and the dance floor. She sipped the beer contemplatively and waited for Gina to show. Almost five minutes to the second later Gina came in and made her way to the bar. She was walking gingerly and Jazz smiled, imagining her discomfort at learning the Ben-was really went to work when she moved.

In less than two minutes a short butch approached her. Jazz watched with some amusement as Gina let the small girl lead her to the dance floor. To her surprise, Gina could dance. Her face also showed she was hot and ready, the Ben-wa balls were obviously doing their job. When the butch turned her around and began to grind her hips into Gina's ass, Jazz almost intervened. Gina looked so distraught and mortified, but soon she was working her hips back and doing a damn hot bump and grind.

Successive partners kissed her, felt her up, and dry humped her on the floor. Jazz drank plenty and just watched, enjoying the obvious conflicting emotions in her friend. When she felt sure Gina was in a sexual state that would make the rest of the evening work out how she wanted Jazz sauntered up to the bar, grabbed her elbow and guided her out to the car.

"How ya feeling?" Jazz asked after they were on the road.

"I've never been this horny in all my life, these things are incredible," Gina gushed.

Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were flushed. She looked totally fuckable, that kind of look a girl got when you knew she was ready for sex. Jazz smiled and tromped down on the accelerator.

***

Jazz motioned Gina into her house and followed carrying the bags. The tall blonde's legs were wobbly and she was biting back moans with each step or two. Gina was moving through the kitchen, towards the sofa, but Jazz dropped the bags, darted to where she stood, and grabbed her. The shorter black woman twined one hand in Gina's long tresses and jerked her head back, pulling it down to her shoulder, while turning her body slightly to put her hip in Gina's back.

Gina squealed as the move forced her back to arch and her feet to come together to keep her from falling.

"You enjoyed the fuck out of that didn't you?" Jazz whispered in her ear.

Gina shook her head, but said nothing. Jazz reached around her captive's waist and thrust her fee hand into Gina's skirt with such force the button at the side popped off. Her short, thick fingers forced their way into the steamy confines of Gina's panties and pressed between her slick lips to massage her hot pussy.

"You can't lie to me. Your pussy gives you away. All hot and wet. How many bitches had their hands on your fine ass tonight Gina? How many women did you kiss? Do you even know? Or is your pussy running the show now?"

Jazz crossed her fingers and began to saw them up and down. In moments, Gina's hips were bucking, riding her hand. She was whimpering and moaning, twisting in Jazz's arms, but the small butch jerked her hand free when she heard the first bark of pleasure.

"Noooooo," Gina wailed, fighting to bring her own hands to her molten cunt and finish.

Jazz was too quick for her. From her back pocket she pulled out her handcuffs and clapped them onto Gina's left wrist. A quick twist brought the blonde's arm around her back and up. Jazz released her hair, caught her free arm, and with another deft move finished the job. Gina had both her arms held behind her back now.

Jazz caught the short length of chain in her hand, forced Gina's arms up and marched her into the bedroom, before pushing her down on the big king bed. The blonde struggled for a moment and then managed to roll over. Jazz was unbuttoning her blouse and the words died on Gina's lips. When the short woman finished unbuttoning her blouse she left it hanging open as she moved to the corner of the bed and tugged a long nylon strap with cuff attached from under the mattress. She moved to each corner and repeated the process and then stood at the foot of the bed.

"Last chance to back out Gina."

The blonde bit her lower lip as her brows knit, but she shook her head and Jazz smiled. She reached down and caught the hem of Gina's skirt, giving it a vicious yank that pulled the zipper open and the garment past the blonde's wide hips. Another tug and it came out from under her ass and slid easily down her legs. Jazz tossed it onto a chair and gave a low whistle.

Gina's legs were long and firm and the view was even sweeter than it had been in the car. Jazz felt a stab of desire in her stomach.

"If those panties mean anything to you, you got five seconds to get 'em off before I rip 'em off. Five. Four..." she growled.

Gina pulled her feet up and placed them on the bed, then raised her hips. With her hands manacled together she used her thumbs to catch the waistband and pull them down. The blonde then raised her legs and pulled them back towards her, freeing the panties just as Jazz hit one.

Jazz opened one of the cuffs and placed it securely around Gina's ankle. She watched the tall woman closely as she moved around the bed and placed her other ankle in a cuff and secured it. Jazz fished the key out of her pocket and undid the cuffs, tossing them on the bed.

"Lose the blouse and bra."

Jazz didn't wait to see if her order was being followed, she knew it would be. As hot as she was for Gina, the realization that the tall blonde was a natural bottom troubled her. Jazz knew all about living a lie and she worried that Gina was in for a lot of heartbreak and pain. Still, this was what she wanted and Jazz had agreed to help.

"If nothing else, I'll give her a weekend to remember," she muttered as she dug the pillow out of the closet.

The pillow was special ordered by her. Shaped like a wedge, it was made to fit snugly under someone's back when they were spread eagled. From the wide part of the wedge, two soft tubes of material were attached, each ended in a pair of Velcro straps. The tubes were soft, but each contained a rigid bar at the core. Once the Velcro was securely around her thighs, they would prevent Gina from closing her legs, while the wedge would raise her ass and thrust her pussy out. Jazz had commissioned the piece for her first girl, because even with her legs widely spread, it had been a pain to get to her pussy the way the short butch wanted.

"Raise your ass," Jazz said as she slid the pillow between Gina's legs. She made a point of not looking at her captive's chest, but concentrated on fitting the pillow properly and securing it, before cuffing her hands and pulling all the slack out of her bonds. Jazz opened her toy box and took out a small but powerful little vibe. She pretended not to notice Gina, who was watching her intently, as she added a small bit of lube, and then flicked it on. Assured that it was still working, Jazz sat on the bed, leaned over and gently extracted the Ben-wa balls. Both glistened with Gina's juices.

"Ever tasted yourself?" Jazz asked.

Gina shook her head, her eyes never leaving Jazz's fingers. The black woman moved swiftly, catching Gina's chin in her hand and forcing the woman's mouth open. She pressed one of the slick balls to her lips, but Gina's teeth stayed clamped.

"Open. Now!"

Reluctantly she opened her mouth wide and Jazz popped the slick toy in.

"When I get back I want it clean," Jazz said.

She flicked the little vibe on and pushed it deeply into Gina's slick canal. Once it disappeared, except for the ring at the base Jazz got up and left the room. She made her way to the bar and poured herself a Captain Morgan's and coke.

She could hear Gina moaning and the sound was so hot she considered shucking her pants and masturbating to calm herself. She had never realized just how hot her friend was or just what a killer bod she had. Well, maybe she had realized it, but thinking it and seeing it were two totally different things. The main thing she was debating now was how to approach this.

Normally with a first timer, Jazz would keep it very tame. A little bit of teasing, then a good hard, 'see you're gonna love this' fuck. While she preferred this approach, she just didn't have the time to baby Gina. Come Monday, they would go back to work and all Gina would have to go on when she went home was what Jazz showed her. Slamming the rest of her drink, she shook her head, did away with her worries and walked back into the bedroom.

Gina's hips were undulating slowly and her head was thrown back. Jazz felt her breath catch in her throat, she had never seen anything so erotic in her life. It took an effort of will to approach the bed and loop her finger though the metal ring. Jazz pulled the vibe out quickly, causing Gina to gasp, then whine. Or what passed for whining with her mouth full. Jazz held her hand out below Gina's lips.

Without saying a word, she let Gina know what she wanted and the blonde carefully spit out the gleaming ball. Jazz tossed it on the bed and gently stroked Gina's cheek.

"What'd ya think baby? Ya like that?"

The blonde grunted an affirmative. She seemed to be slipping away from reality in her desire, which normally Jazz would have been happy with. She loved making a girl so crazy she just slipped off into a world dominated by need and pleasure, but tonight wasn't the night for it. After a moment's hesitation she slapped Gina, hard.

"When I ask a question you answer me!" Jazz demanded.

"Yes! I liked it!" Gina cried.

"I know you did. You're such a slut," Jazz said as she stood and worked her pants and boxers over her wide hips and down her legs.

Gina's eyes seemed glued to Jazz's pussy. Jazz climbed back on the bed and straddled Gina's waist. She was watching her friend and saw the shock when she guessed what was coming. Jazz didn't give her a chance to protest, sliding one leg over her captive's shoulder and quickly following it with the other.

"Since you like it so much, here, have your fill of mine."

Jazz waited patiently for Gina to do something. Her initial thought was to give the pretty technician some time to work up her nerve. Her patience was rewarded when she felt Gina shift slightly on the bed, followed by the white-hot sensation of the pretty blonde's tongue on her inner thigh. What followed was an exercise in patience and frustration for the short woman.

Gina brushed her lips over Jazz's thigh again and then tentatively licked along the crease where her leg met her torso. Her lips then made the most fleeting contact with Jazz's lips, so light that the short woman wasn't even positive she had felt and not imagined it. Seconds later she was sure, when she felt the delicate tip of Gina's tongue trace along her outer lips. The sensation sent tendrils of pleasure coiling through her abdomen and she began breathing deeply to try and stay in control.

Gina gently tongued her lips, staying well away from the gap between them, but eventually she seemed to decide to give it a try and Jazz nearly came when she felt the flat of her friend's tongue caressing her soft, inner folds. Jazz reached behind her body and found Gina's hard nipples. She tweaked them and pulled on them, more to keep herself sane than because she though Gina needed more stimulation. The added stimulation may have done it, or perhaps the blonde just decided she liked it, but for whatever reason, her mouth became more active. As she gained confidence, she began to really start driving Jazz to distraction.

Jazz hadn't planned on having an orgasm so soon, but her friend's soft tongue was simply incredible and she made a snap decision to just let it come. This weekend was all about Gina in her mind, but at the same time, there was no reason to deny herself, she reasoned. Besides, it wouldn't be a good example to be too restrained. At least that was what she told herself as she leaned forward and used her fingers to pull her pussy open.

Gina's big eyes went wide as Jazz stared down her body.

"You look good with a pussy mustache," she said.

Gina blushed and closed her eyes, but her tongue never stopped its gentle assault. She zeroed in on Jazz's clit and Jazz felt the tightening of her deep muscles that preceded orgasm. Jazz felt her hips bucking and tried to control the movements, wanting Gina to do the work rather than just riding her face. It wasn't that the orgasm would be better, but simply that she wanted Gina to be able to take pride in her skill, which would hopefully spur her to try to improve.

All such calculating thoughts fled when Gina found her clit and began to lave it with her tongue. Spikes of unreal pleasure tore at Jazz's control and when the damn burst, she was hard pressed not to shout for joy. Pulses of raw pleasure inundated her mind and for a brief time she just road them, embracing the pleasure and letting all the tension that had built go into them. Gina was still gently scouring her pussy when sanity returned, but Jazz forced her self to get up.