Limits Ch. 05

At first Karen was going to demur again but, after glancing about to check that no one was anywhere nearby, she eventually reached down and took the hem of her dress in her hands and, still glancing around her, started to slowly pull it up her thighs. The farther she got the more she was held back by the part she was sitting on, so, after a quick glance at Jude to ensure that she was still serious, she undid her seatbelt so as to lift herself up off the seat and free it. By the time she was finished most of the material was bunched around her waist and, by pulling the front upwards, she exposed her naked groin and the bushy tangle of her pubic hair.

"That's better," Jude purred. "It's so much easier when you do as you're told." She leaned across and kissed Karen full on the mouth, her hands ranging across Karen's torso as she did so. As the kiss continued Jude's hands inevitably ended up on Karen's breasts, her fingers searching out her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. This attention had the immediate effect of hardening them and making them stand proud, a fact not lost on Jude who took each one between finger and thumb and pinched hard causing Karen to squeak with surprise. At that Jude broke free, and, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, sat back in her seat and did up her seat belt. Karen, completely flustered, looked around once again to see if anyone had been watching. She could just imagine the gossip that would flow if she were spotted 'snogging' another woman this close to the office, let alone if anyone were to see her exposed thighs.

"So, how are you?" Jude asked as she put the car into gear and pulled away. "Missing your Mistress Jude?"

"I'm fine. Please, Mistress, can I pull my dress down?" Karen asked as she refastened her seatbelt.

"Oh, no," Jude said, "that would never do. In fact I think you ought to open your knees a bit, let the air circulate." Jude was fully occupied with driving as they navigated the exit ramp and pulled out of the car park onto the main road but as soon as they had to stop at some lights Jude reached across, tucked the material of Karen's skirt under the waistband of the seatbelt and gently pushed Karen's thighs apart. Having done so, she slid her hand up Karen's thigh until her hand was resting against the lips of her sex. Softly, sensuously she eased the edge of her little finger against Karen's labia, opening her up. "There, is that nice?" she asked.

Karen really was far too flustered to answer. She was scared witless by being so exposed in public; she couldn't believe Jude was doing this to her. How could she stay so calm? This was even worse than standing at the window; there was a line of traffic in the lane to the right of them and she was sure that the driver in the nearest car would be able to see everything. Similarly, only a couple of cars away, a number of pedestrians were crossing the road; surely any one of them would be able to see her so brazenly on display. Having said that, the sense of danger was getting to her groin which, combined with the fantastic feelings from Jude's fingers, meant that she really didn't know if she wanted Jude to stop or continue. She was still searching for an answer when the lights changed and Jude took her hand away and turned back to her driving.

It wasn't far to Jude's house and she kept away from the town centre but, even so, by the time they arrived Karen was shaking like a leaf with the constant fear of exposure. Jude parked the car and looked across at Karen.

"Are you OK?" she asked, her voice full of concern. "I mean, are you really up for this?"

"I'm fine," Karen replied although, inside, she was anything but.

"Once we go inside you become my sub, my slave 'k', and you'll find I'm a hard Mistress. If you're having any second thoughts about this then now is the time to back out."

Second thoughts? Karen was well beyond second thoughts and on to third, forth or even fifth thoughts by now and the drive across town had done nothing to settle her nerves but, and it was a huge but, she knew that were she to back out now she would regret it, that she would forever wonder what she had missed and that her new found relationship with Jude would be damaged, probably beyond repair. Anyway, she had promised.

"No, I want to do this," she said firmly, persuading herself as much as anything.

"Good girl. Now, you know the safe word, use it if you really have to but, other than that, once we enter my house I expect complete obedience, is that fully understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Come along then." Jude got out of the car, went round and opened the door for Karen, holding it for her as she got out. Once again there was this old fashioned formality, this sense of being cared for and protected. For all that she was walking willingly into the lion's den Karen had never felt as safe as when she was around Jude. Jude took her hand and led her to the front door.

The house was part of a Victorian terrace, three stories high and solidly built. Whilst the building showed obvious signs of wear and tear it was well maintained and the front garden was clean and tidy. Net curtains at the windows gave privacy from the street and, from the outside it was just another house amongst many, just another private residence. Jude opened the door and led her inside. Here the well maintained original features continued. The hall floor was tiled with little squares of blue and white ceramics and the woodwork, where not painted, was the deep rich brown of well-varnished natural oak. Karen gawped at her surroundings, taking it all in. She was barely aware of the door closing behind her until she felt Jude grab her shoulders and spin her around; her strong arms gathering her in, enveloping her and holding her tight as she kissed her long and hard.

Karen was completely overwhelmed and, even if she had wanted to, she couldn't have fought Jude off. Jude kissed her hard and strong, leaving her breathless and dizzy. And then Jude's kisses started to range to her neck, to her shoulders, to her throat. Karen leant her head back, exposing herself as she felt Jude's teeth scrape across her flesh. It was as if, at any moment, Jude might bite; Karen the helpless gazelle to Jude's lioness. She felt Jude reach up between them, her fingers reaching for the buttons on her dress but, instead of undoing them, she gave a sudden violent tug wrenching it apart, ripping it to the waist as buttons flew everywhere. A small part of Karen cried out at this vandalism to her best dress but this was drowned out by this other voice that cried out 'Take me, take me now!' Without loosening her grip more than was absolutely necessary Jude continued to tug the torn material, ripping it from her shoulders and pushing it roughly down to her waist and beyond so that in moments Karen was naked apart from her shoes. Then breaking from the kiss, she placed her hands on Karen's shoulders and pushed her to the floor. As one hand held Karen's head by her hair the other urgently undid her belt and her jeans and pushed them out of the way. Then, using both hands, she pushed Karen's face into her naked groin.

"That's where you belong, isn't it?" Jude asked rhetorically. Karen, still reeling from the way her dress had been torn from her, the way she had been thrust to her knees, the way her head was held tight to Jude's body, could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she knew Jude was right and responded by kissing the well trimmed bush in front of her face.

"Use your tongue, show your Mistress how you love her, go on, use it!" Jude commanded. Karen wasn't too sure what to do. Her experience in lovemaking was limited to what Jude had taught her the previous Monday and, whilst there had been plenty of kisses none of it had been "down there". Tentatively she stuck out her tongue and licked at Jude's mons but it wasn't until, by luck rather than good judgement, her tongue was pushed against Jude's nether lips that a curt 'Yes, that's right, just there,' told Karen what was required. Then it was as if the tug of Jude's hands against the back of her head was directly transmitted to her tongue as it pushed the folds of skin aside and the earthy taste that Jude had left on her fingers last time was now being savoured at its source. As she probed around, she could feel the hard little bud of Jude's clitoris already swollen with passion and, mirroring the fervour of how she had been taken, she worked at it with firm flicks back and forth, back and forth. Jude just gripped her head tighter and pulled her even harder into her groin.

Suddenly, without warning, Jude pushed her away and looked down at her, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. Then, without saying a word, she reached down, took Karen by the arm and pulled her to her feet. After a quick but fiery kiss she pulled at her jeans that were bunched around her knees as, with the other hand, she half led, half dragged Karen across the hallway and up the stairs to her bedroom where she swept her onto the bed and jumped on top of her. Here the torrent of kisses continued and, lying beneath, Karen could only surrender. Even as they kissed Karen felt Jude take her arms and pull them towards the headboard. Something hard was fastened around her wrists and....

"Stay there!" Jude ordered as she knelt upon the bed. Her eyes were wild with emotion and her breathing was heavy.

As her fingers scrabbled at the buttons of her shirt Jude kicked off her shoes without bothering to unfasten the laces; Karen heard the 'clump'- 'clump' as they fell to the floor. Feverishly she wriggled out off her jeans, taking off her underpants as she did so. From where she lay, Karen looked on as Jude's lean lithe form emerged; there was something about this body that kept her spellbound. Sure, Jude was, in the conventional senses of the terms, handsome rather than beautiful, but her slim athleticism held a deep fascination for Karen and just looking at her woke hungers within. Naked at last, Jude resumed her attack, not just kissing but enjoying the animal pleasure of flesh on flesh. Although Jude was, quite unashamedly, using Karen's body directly for her own pleasure and any direct stimulation that Karen might get was purely accidental, Karen had never felt anything so exciting in her life and being used, being needed, being wanted, was all that she desired.

And then Jude turned around and, kneeling either side of Karen's armpits, lowered herself down until she was rubbing her core directly against Karen's mouth. This time it there was no doubt what Jude wanted, indeed, Karen had little choice over her movements so she reached out with her tongue and slid it back and forth across the nub of Jude's pleasure.

"Yes, yes, like that but harder, I said harder!" Jude urged as she leant forward, leaning on Karen's thighs and riding her captive mercilessly. Karen, her face crushed beneath Jude's weight and gasping for breath whenever she was able, had no choice but to comply and they rode together, the intensity building and building until Jude seemed to be resting her full weight on Karen, grinding her into the mattress. With a cry of 'Don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare stop, oh my God!!!' she climaxed, shuddering with the intensity of it all.

For a couple of moments the only noise in the room was Jude's panting as she got her breath back. Karen, still crushed below Jude's kneeling form ,turned her head so that she could breathe, and then, gently, slowly, Jude rolled off her, turned around and lay down full length beside her. Now that the passion was spent Jude was gentle, caring, stroking and caressing Karen's still shackled body.

"Not bad... for a beginner," she joked. "I think I might just leave you here chained to my bed and come back whenever I need a fix."

"I'd... I'd like that." Karen replied before she could stop herself. It had been instinctive, a voice from the heart rather than the brain and, now it was out there, she was ashamed of admitting to her desire so openly but, and Karen was beginning to understand this, the thought of being left there, to be used and abused at her Mistress' will, had an appeal that brought heat to her groin as well as her cheeks.

Jude propped herself up on one elbow and looked Karen in the eye.

"Would you, indeed?" She leant forward kissed Karen long and hard. "My little sex slave, chained to my bed; you need to be careful or you might just get what you asked for but we haven't got time for that right now; we need to sort out some food and get dressed to go out. We both need a shower and you," Jude reached down to the unruly bush of Karen's pubic hair, "you need a good trim."

Jude reached for the shackles that held Karen's wrists and undid them. Then they got up off the bed and she led Karen by the hand out of the bedroom and along the landing towards the bathroom. Jude seemed perfectly at ease walking about naked but it felt odd to Karen; at home she wouldn't have dreamed of going about the house with nothing on; it just wasn't 'done'. As they passed the top of the stairs Karen glanced down and saw the tattered remnants of her dress lying on the hall floor where Jude had ripped it from her. Even at that distance she could tell it was torn beyond repair. Part of her regretted the money lost but this was overridden by the memories of being ravished; she gladly sacrifice a dress any day for that. Did Jude know that she had a change of clothing in her overnight bag; did she even care? Meekly she followed on.