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Passing of Seasons
"Ordering Up Submission" Copyright © 2008
Copyright © 2008
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Summary: In the ALL NEW 11th episode of 'Passing of Seasons', a collection of naughty catalogs from Sarah's Mother's secret stash and the fact that the girls are alone in the bedroom leads the horny twosome into deciding what items from the catalogs they want to order. Nipple clamps, velvet robe and a few other items easily make the list. Of course all of this is a small game to Jenny who begins to realize that her new lover enjoys being the one *not* in control much more than being in charge. Soooo, Sarah finds herself in just that position and as Jenny thought, Sarah is not complaining one bit.
Original Airdate: August 20, 2008 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW ' Poison')
Story Codes: ff, con, oral
I often used my mother's absence as an opportunity to browse through her latest "reading material". It wasn't long after Jenny arrived, that we found ourselves sprawled out on my bed amidst a vast array of sexy magazines and catalogs.
Because there hadn't been enough time to sort through them, I ended up with some pretty heavy duty stuff.
Jenny dug up one that was buried at the bottom called "Submissively Yours: Adult Toys Catalog for the Women who needs to be put in her place." Mmmmmm! I thought, *playing* could take on a whole new meaning with some of *those* toys!
"Lookie hear!" She gushed, pointing to some pushup bras with "optional" nipple clamps, similar in many respects to the ones I fantasized about. Then she held the catalog away from me so I couldn't see it. "OOOH- OOOH they have a *leash* that you can attach...no way! A *vibrating* leash!
"Get out of town," I snickered, grabbing at the catalog, trying to pry it away from her.
By then she was giggling out of control, rolling around on the bed while fighting off my attempts to wrestle that thing away from her. Vibrating leash all right! We'd see about that! But the mere *thought* of such a device was enough to send tingly sensations spreading out all over me. In any case, one thing was certain. I wanted one and I wanted it *now*!
"What *other* goodies do they have? Let me see." Hoping my new approach would get her to hand over the catalog. No way!
"It's mine," she teased, waving it just in front of my face. "*I* had it first! Oh I bet you've never seen one of *these*."
Of course I hadn't! Not with *her* hogging the darn thing!
"What is it? Come on tell me."
"A choker, I mean a *collar*, that's what it really is. MMMMMMM, *so* submissive in this thing and I'm not even wearing it...yet! It says here it's guaranteed to bring out the "weak and helpless" in *every* woman. I could imagine it would, with that little miniature *padlock* dangling out in the open like that. And it's loaded with *darling* little d-rings. 'One size *forces* all'!
D-rings? What were those, I wondered. I was instructed that they were for *attaching* various things. Things like leashes. Oh, *those* kinds of things.
Eventually I managed to wrestle the magazine away her for more than five seconds. Just long enough to get a look at the previously discussed hardware. In reality the leash did not exactly vibrate, but delivered a mild electrical stimulation, according to the advertisement. I could feel the electricity flowing into my nipples already, and we hadn't even hooked it up yet!
The ad went on to say how the "corrections" could be administered by a control on the end of the leash and how it was an effective "tool" for training.
"Oh look Jenny, it says that these are good for... for...training?" Acting like I had absolutely no idea what in the world they were talking about. Yeah, right! I knew all about *slave* training, to be precise.
Jenny answered with a restrained smirk. "I *think* I know what they mean. We played something like that at a party I went to last year."
Two questions. She did what?! And why wasn't I invited? Wait a minute here, I thought. She was obviously trying to get me going again so I played along with her little party game.
"So...How *do* you play that game anyway?"
"Well, each person finds a partner. It works best with couples, you know, boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Sounds *fun* already!" I blushed.
She went on to tell me how one person would be the train-er, and the other the train-ee. Then some cards with different "activities" were passed around. When I asked her what the cards said, that little stinker told me she couldn't remember! Now where's that electric leash?
One of my favorite items in the catalog was the "soft" rope for "all your basic bondage needs." According to the ad, it takes the rope burn out of struggling. It went on to say that there's nothing quite like a good struggle, just to let you know you're not *about* to get away. An ever-present reminder that someone *else* is in charge. And, of course, a good rope should be gentle, but *very* firm!
We looked at each other when we saw the order form in the back, neither knowing exactly what to say. Should we order something? And if so, what? Wait a minute, HOW?! Mom would freak out if she found out that... Hold on here, Isn't *she* the one who had it in the first place? Why should *I* feel guilty?
"Ummmmmmm...I need your exact street address, Jenny."
"No...uh...I think yours would be better! My dad's a cop, he'd probably arrest us or something."
"Yeah," I added, "And then he would have to thoroughly test the *evidence*!"
Jenny's face changed to serious. "You should hear him go on about all this pornography and *drugs*, Oh, he has this thing about drugs. He's on a crusade to rid the world of them."
I agreed that whatever we ordered should be delivered to my house. As long as my name was on the package, it would probably be all right, though I ended up leaving very specific instructions on a note attached to the order form. There was to be *absolutely* no return address on the package, which would require no less than *two* layers of packaging tape. Yet, still I felt uneasy about the whole thing. Mom did, after all, have her "nosey" side.
Jenny was already busy, anxiously filling in the blanks.
"What have you got here?" I asked. "Come on now. Let's not be bashful!" After some token resistance, she was persuaded to show me.
"Oooooh! I like this! You getting a...a *strap-on* vibrator! Let me read about this." I cuddled up next to her and proceeded. "'Butterfly strap-on vibrator... In fact...*the only* strap on with wireless remote control?!' No way! 'Has the the range of a garage door opener? And three times the fun'?!" Jenny's blushing face was now covered with her hands, but I'm sure she could still hear me. "Look Jenny! It says right here that it's *great* for those long walks on the beach! I hope you ordered two!"
And speaking of ordering, there were a few items on *my* shopping list as well. Like for instance, some of that "soft" rope, maybe a hundred or so feet. And I just *adored* the back velvet choker, you know, the one with miniature padlock? But for the next part, some advice was needed.
"Oh Jennnnn...eeeeee! Jenny sweetie!" She shook her head, giggling through a veil of fingers. "Jenny, I need to know which *nipple* clamps you think would be the best. I don't want anything with *teeth*, like these ones here." I pointed at the picture, not that she was *even* paying attention!
The ones called "vice-grips" didn't sound too appealing either. Then I found them. "Comfort clamps". Just like the soft rope, they claimed to be the comfortable solution for restraining problems.
It was no surprise at all to me when I noticed how *wet* things had been getting under my panties, but the thought of having to wait for the "goodies" to arrive was depressing. Even more depressing was how I felt about myself and my appearance.
Sitting down at my dresser, I examined my face. Then Jenny's appeared with that contagious smile of hers as she walked over. She motioned for me to get up from the chair. Before I even knew what was happening, she was sitting in the chair pulling me down onto her lap, holding me tightly against her body. Things were getting more exciting by the second as I contemplated my fate.
Jenny winked at me in the mirror. "I just want you to know that I saw that *carrot* of yours on the floor. Have you been a *naughty* girl? Tell the truth now."
Shock waves went through my body as I wondered how anyone could be foolish enough to leave such incriminating evidence out it the open like that? Or did I? In any case, it was too late. The truth had been discovered. She stared at me in the mirror waiting for an answer. Slowly I nodded my head, ready to confess my awful deed. "Yes...I've been *very* naughty!"
With her lips pressed to my ear, Jenny whispered softly, "What *should* we do with you? Do you think you should be punished? Yes, that's right," she added, nodding in agreement with herself.*Punished*! You *do* understand that you *must* be punished." Oh I understood, all right! First I would have to *ask* nicely if it wouldn't be too much bother to start my punishment right away. I pretended to look ashamed of myself for doing such a naughty, naughty thing such as pleasuring myself with a carrot.
"Please punish me, Jenny." I pouted, hoping that pleading guilty might somehow lessen, I mean lengthen my sentence. Each of those words drove sharp spikes of delight into my vaginal crevice and its punishment receptor, the clitoris.
Jenny again made eye contact in the mirror. "*Give* me your hand!"
Then more instruction followed: "*spread* your legs." Hopefully I heard that right. Jenny assisted me in the process just in case. I slumped back helplessly in the chair with my neck stretched over her naked shoulder. She giggled and whined something about my hair tickling her bare skin. Oh, what a *poor* thing! Shouldn't *I* be allowed to complain too? Especially with the previously threatened punishment about to begin?
My hand was grabbed tightly and directed between my legs. A little token struggling went a long way toward putting me into sexual overdrive. Not that it was really necessary!
Jenny guided my hand to it's final destination. In ever tightening circles around my eroginous zone she made me feel the touch of my own fingers. "Masturbation is *bad*," She councelled. "You've been naughty! Don't you agree?" Of course I agreed. It was either that or risk the consequences. I was in big enough trouble already!
I felt Jenny tugging at my pants' zipper, exposing my panties with a single quick and forceful jerk. Next her hand gave mine a guided tour of what was under my wears, stopping occasionally to twirl a strand of pubic hair here or rub a special spot there. Jenny told me again how naughty it is to play with oneself. Talk about a mixed message!
For the next part, my index and middle fingers were selected, pulled apart from the rest, and pushed slowly up my slit. It took forever reach the top. No doubt this was the intention of the one who was controlling them.
"I don't think you understand *just* how bad you've been," lectured Jenny, pushing my fingers around my clitoris in a circular motion. Suddenly it all started to make sense as I groaned with understanding.
She whispered, "What *are* we going to do with you?"
I did have a few ideas but they were inappropriate for discussion at that point.
Meanwhile, my fingers, which seemed to have a mind of there own, probedendlessly in search of my clitty. There was no real way for Jennifer to tell exactly where it was except when I jumped, or moaned, or said "mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm". It was strictly a "hit or miss" proposition.
But her aim seemed to improve as we went along, making me squirm with delight every time she hit the target. The warmth of her breath on my neck could only mean one thing: kisses were to follow. With my neck in such a vulnerable position it was no surprise. The kissing lips traveled right up my neck until they reached my earlobe where they changed into sucking and wet licking. The kind of wet when your face gets too close to a *very* friendly puppy.
"Repeat after me," they said. "I will *not* masturbate any more. I will *not* masturbate any more." Every time she said the word "masturbate" my fingers were pressed firmly into my clitoris, driving me wild with intense stimulation.
I got the impression that it was my turn to speak. "I will...not... masturbate." Speech was difficult under the circumstances. That was *before* Jenny started *french* kissing my ear!
Then it was impossible! But my lesson was far from over with. No-no-no! There were other sentences I would have to repeat. Ones like "I am a naughty girl" and "I deserve to be punished for being so dirty", for example. That's about the time when things started getting a bit fuzzy.
Jenny had my fingers circling madly around my clitty while she used her other hand to demonstrate how those nipple clamps were going to feel. My nipples were receiving quite a work out as they were pulled, squeezed and rolled into submission.
"Are we learning our little lesson now, Sarah dear?"
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," I mumbled as my body started twitching uncontrollably in the chair, jumping each time I felt my fingers being manipulated into position. My skin felt like it was crawling with electric pulses. My legs went numb.
"I'm taking off Jenny. Hold me. Please don't let me go!"
The intensity of pleasure just kept spiraling upwardly, out of control like some carnival ride gone haywire. Each time I was sure I was going to climax, the intensity would only go to next level higher.
"Make me cum, please." I begged, while she played my fingers as if they on a musical keyboard, taunting and teasing my pussy over and over again. Then I was informed of the need for more repentance on my part for being such a "dirty", "naughty" girl and touching myself. She was *clearly* enjoying that part, you could tell. Why else would she say it so many times? And pretending that I should feel guilty for the incident was turning me on just as much. The next step in my punishment was a little spanking session for which I led over to my bed and then had my ass bared for the procedure.
"Stand on your tippy toes, bend over and lay over on your bed," Demanded Jennifer, pushing me into compliance. Lying on my bed with feet still touching the floor and my back end sticking out, just begging to be punished, was super exciting.
"First your going to get a nice little spanking, just like you deserve."
She hit me just hard enough to be exciting and yet *very* embarrassing.
Each time her hand touched down on my buns she would say "Bad girl!", "*naughty-naughty*", or something similar.
"Are you ready to be a good girl?" She asked.
"Yes," I whimpered as I attempted to get up.
"I'm not done with you yet! You stay right there, and no peeking!"
I couldn't imagine what was coming next, hopefully me! She had brought me so close to orgasm more times than could be counted. Weak and warn out, I was desperate to be "finished off". Jenny was getting *something*, but what?
When she got back my legs were again pulled apart and back like I was about to be searched, *strip* searched! Then hands worked there way to my vagina where my lips were spread apart.
"I believe you used *this*..."
Uuuuh! I felt something slowly being pushed into my pussy!
"...To *masturbate* with! I think you had *better* admit that *right* now!"
I immediately recognized what she had inserted into my pussy, it was the carrot all right! And from the feel of things, I was about to get it... and get it *good*!
It's getting hotter!:-)