My husband came home today and tossed me a large wad of cash. "Go buy yourself a dress and some new shoes. I have something special planned." Well I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Excited I grabbed my keys and left as-is. I was wearing loose yoga shorts with a faded green spaghetti strap, flip flops and a hoodie. I didn't need to look nice now, I just needed to get to a clothing store so I could look nice later.
So excited to be out shopping I nearly missed her, a gorgeous woman, watching me walk in. Our eyes met, but only briefly. I was on a mission after all. I went straight back to where the dresses were and started pulling out ones to try on. I turned to look through the last rack and ran right into the beautiful woman. I looked up to see her warm, brown eyes looking deep into my soul. I nearly lost my breath.
"Oh, I am so sorry," I exclaimed. "Did I hurt you? I really need to pay more attention."
"You're ok, sweetie. I'm sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me." She flashed me a mischievous grin. For that moment, we were the only two people on the earth. That is until two obnoxious teenage girls started gossiping in high pitched, screechy voices. I was broken from my trance, but I had forgotten what I was doing. "That's a lot of dresses you have there. What's the special occasion?"
"Oh, uhh..." I looked down at my arms and remembered I was dress shopping. "Oh! Right, my husband is planning something. He didn't tell me what, just said to find a nice dress and shoes to match."
"Oh you're married?" She flashed that mischievous grin again. "Well this is going to be a fun day for you."
I nodded suspecting there was more meaning to what she said. I looked down and saw some business looking attire in her arms. We walked together to the dressing rooms and they were all full of loud teenage girls chatting away about the cutest boys in school and how magical Prom would be. There were groups of girls that shared dressing rooms. All were filled. The beautiful woman and I exchanged annoyed looks.
"I'm Ember." I said as I extended my free hand to her.
"I'm Ash. It's nice to meet you." Her smile was warm and welcoming.
"Ember and Ash, interesting combination." I liked the way that sounded. A door opened and an older women stepped out with a huff. She looked at us then at our clothes.
"Good luck. You can't hear yourself think with all that damn chirping and squealing." She looked back and gave the gaggle of girls one last "humph" then turned and left.
Ash turned and looked at me asking, "Would you mind sharing a room?"
"Well I doubt these girls will be done anytime soon. We're both women, why not." We both entered the room, Ash locked the door behind us while I hung my clothes on one of the hooks on the wall.
I took off my hoodie and was in the process of choosing which dress to try on first when I felt Ash come up behind me, brush my hair off my neck, and lightly kiss my neck. I was so shocked and turned on I did nothing to stop her. My breathing became heavier as she moved her hand up my side and cupped one breast while her other hand squeezed my ass. I pressed both hands flat on the wall as she continued to kiss my neck and move to my ear, gently nibbling on the lobe. Her hot breath was like electricity shooting through my skin and throughout my body. I could feel myself getting so wet I was starting to drip. She moved the hand that was on my ass to my front and spoke to me in a low, sultry voice.
"Let me see how open you are to the idea of me..." She pushed her hand down my shorts, under my panties and spread my pussy lips, sliding her fingers up and down my slit. "Oh you are willing." I could clearly hear the excitement and determination in her voice. "Tell me, sweetie, have you ever been with a woman?"
"A few times." My voice was little more than a whisper. My level of excitement was rapidly growing every time she stroked my wet pussy.
"Well , Ember," my knees nearly gave out as she spoke my name, "I can guarantee you have never, nor will you ever again, be with a woman like me." She pulled her hand away and I whimpered a little at the loss of her touch. "Turn around." I did so without hesitation. She had taken her clothes off, she wore a lacy corset with thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt. I watched her lick her fingers then she extended them out to me and I cleaned the rest of my juices off of them.
Once she was satisfied she took her hand back and bent over a bag I never noticed she had. I took this moment to admire her petite, but round ass. Her skin looked so silky and smooth, I wanted nothing more in that moment, but to touch her. She stood upright and I could see she was holding something in her hand. She turned and I was able to see what it was. "Do you know what this is?" She cooed as she held out the instrument.
"Yes," I gasped, "it's a riding crop."
"Very good. Don't be so nervous, you're new, I'll start off gently." She ran the riding crop over my ass and patted me lightly with it. She turned and pulled another item out of the bag. They looked like restraints. "Hold out your arms." I immediately held my arms out to her. She put the restraint cuffs around my wrists then attached something to the dressing room door. "Take your top off." I hesitated and my hesitation was met with a curt smack from the riding crop. She spoke again, "Take your top off." I did so immediately. I was about to take my bra off when I felt a smack on my hand. "I never said remove your bra, did I?"
"No, you didn't."
"You will call me 'Ma'am' when you speak. Is that understood?" She lightly smacked my ass before I had a chance to respond.
"Yes Ma'am." Without a word she grabbed my wrists and held them above my head attaching them to the contraption on the door. I was now at her mercy. She gently cupped my breasts, massaging them, gently squeezing my nipples through the thin material of my bra. She squat down, kissing my belly button, lightly running her fingers down my sides, then put her face into my crotch and blew her hot breath, making me moan and get weak-kneed again. She rose up, grabbed my hair at the back of my head and kissed me hard, pushing her sweet tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. She shoved her hand down my pants again and rubbed my clit in small, quick circular motions. I tried to touch her, but was stopped by my restraints. I twisted and began to moan and she pulled her hand away and shoved those same fingers in my mouth.
"You need to learn to be quite. We have young and impressionable minds in our midst."
"Yes Ma'am." I said in a breathy whisper. She removed her fingers then pulled down my shorts and panties. She put the riding crop between my legs and using it to wordlessly instructed me to spread my legs apart. Once she was satisfied with how far they were spread, she began rubbing the rod through my slit taking care to go right against my clit. Next thing I knew she was pulling out what looked like a strap on dildo...without the straps. It had a very strange end which she inserted into herself. She came up to me and rubbed the dildo on my pussy and gently put her hand on my neck. She made small humping motions just so I could feel the dildo, but not nearly enough to satisfy me.
"Beg for it." She said. "I want to hear you beg me to be inside you."
"Please, Ma'am, please I need you inside me." She unhooked my bra and pulled it over my head, wrapping it around my wrists the pinched my nipples a bit rougher than her play earlier.
"I'm not convinced. Beg harder."
"Oh god," I winced a little, but it was very minor discomfort, "please fuck me, Ma'am. Please, I need to feel you, I want you so badly. My body is aching for you, Ma'am." This must have satisfied her because she then pushed her dildo into me and fucked me with intense passion. She grabbed my hips and I was practically hanging from my restraints while she vigorously thrust into me. I tried my hardest to keep silent, but she felt so good as she skillfully fucked me in the dressing room. My silent moans went undetected to because of the teenage girls getting ready for Prom. In minutes she had me coming. She thrust even harder and deeper into me, bent down and nibbled on my breasts and nipples driving me to orgasm again. I could feel my juices running down my leg when finally she came for the first time and I came for the third time.
She pulled out and licked my sopping wet pussy and even licked my cum that was running down my thighs. She put her toys away and pulled out some nylon rope. She folded it in half, wrapped in around my waist looping it in the back, brought the rope in between my ass cheeks and spread my pussy lips, carefully positioning the rope, then tied it in the front. "You are bound to me. You will keep this on until I tell you to do otherwise." She went through the large pocket in my hoodie and pulled out my phone. She entered her number into my phone then called her phone so she could have my number. She released my wrists and had me try on several dresses until we found one that perfectly concealed the rope. "This will be the dress you wear tonight. When you get to wherever your husband is taking you, you will text the address to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am." I nodded.
"If you do not follow these simple instructions, I will find you and I will have to punish you. Your punishment will not be enjoyable. Is that understood?" I simply nodded. She reached up my dress and tugged up on my rope. "I said, is that understood?"
"Yes, yes Ma'am! I understand."
"Good." She released my rope and kissed me so gently. "Have a great day. I will see you later." She winked, grabbed her bag, then left. I took a moment to take in all that had happened. I stood I front of the mirror and lifted my dress and looked at the rope I had. It hugged my swollen clit and left me wanting more. I could not wait to see what tonight had in store.