Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 10.3

“So, just so you know, I am your friend and you should be able to trust me. In fact, without trust, this can’t work,” for the first time ever, Natalie gave me a look I had never seen before, she was being serious, “without trust, this can be very dangerous, physically, mentally and especially emotionally.”

I nodded, not breaking eye contact with her, listening to every word she said as she educated me on a lot of things that I have yet to experience with someone sexually before. I didn’t know the level of trust needed, respect, basis of knowledge of each other, limits and mental health. To be honest, no one I had done anything with up to this point really cared about those things. I was just a sexual object to be used, mindless, emotionless, just a tool for sexual gratification. The thought of how much Natalie actually cared about me brough a tear to my eye.

“So, now that you know all of that, although a little late in the game, what worries you?”

“Am I normal?”

Natalie laughed for a moment, but not mockingly, more that she seemed entertained, “no, you’re far from normal, but let’s be honest, normal is boring and we hate boring.”

“I guess I’m just worried, that, I won’t be able to have a life if I keep going down this path, college, friends, marriage, kids, if I keep doing this stuff…am I never going to experience those things?”

“Just because you like sex, or for us, a bit kinkier sex, it doesn’t mean you can’t have a regular life too, trust me, if that’s what you want, we’ll find a way.”

I was so happy that I gave her a big hug, splashing water out of the tub and onto the floor and for the first time in a while, had a real smile on my face. I wasn’t exactly sure how I was going to get what I wanted or find that balance, but now I knew what I wanted was possible and that felt like enough for now.

“So, before we go any further, let’s do something we haven’t done before.”

I looked at her and bit my lip, thinking of all the dirty possibilities, but she quickly spoke up, “not that, just a safe word, in case you want to stop, how about 10k?”

“10k, why that?”

“Because we always hated when the coach made us do them for training multiple days in a row.”

That just caused us both to laugh, it was weird having normal moments with Natalie. I felt like everything we did was always sexually based that having a normal moment was almost strange. I guess that too gave me hope, that if I could be friends with her and still be sexual and things not drastically change, that maybe I could find others that would accept me for who I am, or at least who I want to be.

“Are you ready for more fun?”

I nodded and felt my body quiver at the thought of what she had planned, but I trusted her. Trusted her that I would be safe, but at the same time be very fulfilled by whatever I was about to experience. Natalie got out first and dried off and waited for me to do the same, well I dried off for the most part, some parts still stayed moist even after drying off. I thought she would put some new outfit on me, a new accessory, sex toy, but instead she just took a piece of black silk and blindfolded me with it. I was walked into the room, the carpet was soft and fluffy beneath my feet, the feeling of the air from a ceiling fan rained cool air on my shoulders. I tried to imagine how large the room was, but I kept losing track of my steps as my arousal seemed to me the only feeling I could truly focus on.

There was a grasp on my shoulders to stop me from walking any further, “raise your arms above your head.”

I did as commanded and felt leather cuffs tightened around each of my wrists and then hands at my right ankle, grasping it and tightening another cuff followed by one around my left ankle spreading my legs apart and causing me to be on my toes feeling spread, barely able to move in my new predicament. I thought the fun would begin right away, but for a time, I was just left in place, unable to move, see or know what was going on around me. The only thing I could tell, was the air flowing around me, the feeling of being stretched and restrained and that was all. That and the feeling of my pussy dripping down my inner thighs, my imagination was doing the rest though.

I could picture the worse, or maybe the best possible scenarios that Natalie could put me through, a secret audience watching me, whether in the room with me, webcam or maybe both. Countless men and women watching, waiting, licking their lips in anticipation of having a chance to use the poor, helpless girl in front of them. Phones pointed at me, taking pictures for posterity, toys being readied for my pleasure, or torture, or pleasurable torture. Would they be strangers, would they know me, would she take the blindfold off so I would know?

I quivered at the thought that maybe she brought my friends here to fuck me. People from school, teachers who didn’t know my true nature and were about to find out first hand. The ideas kept popping into my head one after another, each one more embarrassing, humiliating and arousing than the last. That’s when I suddenly felt hands on my body, real hands, strong, rough and large and I knew it wasn’t Natalie, it was the us she had been referring to when we first came in.