Miss Johnson's Initiation 2

Part Two - Learning By Invitation

After the school open day, things went quiet for a while. I felt deflated, like something I wanted for so long had happened, and I had nothing to look forward to anymore.

Then the invitation arrived.

The plain red envelope was sitting on my doormat when I got home from school, standing out from the bills and junk mail.

Inside the envelope was a single piece of black card,

“You have so much to learn, and that’s what we’re here for!”

The invitation gave a time and place, and was signed, MEC.

I grinned broadly. I did have a lot to learn, that was true. I knew what I liked, but I also knew that there was so much more out there. I felt my stomach doing butterflies – at least I didn’t have long to wait!

* * *

I arrived at the address far too early, so I sat in my car attempting to compose myself. Images ran through my head, remembering the feelings of my last encounter with David. That did nothing to ease my nerves! Would he be here?

As I walked up to the door, I could feel my legs shaking a little. I told myself not to be silly, and knocked.

The door was opened by Jane, one of the girls that had “helped” with the Egyptian display. She was stunning, even more beautiful than I remembered.

“Good to see you Laura, come on in”

I followed her into the house, watching how she moved in the amazing black PVC catsuit she was wearing. It hugged her body so tightly, outlining her legs, bottom and hips perfectly. I bit my lip…

She led me into the living room, where the curtains had been drawn, the only light come from candles on the mantelpiece.

“Take a seat”, she said, “Sarah’ll be down soon, and then we can get started.”

Jane brought me a glass of wine and sat down next to me on the sofa, the flickering light from the candles reflecting off her PVC covered body.

“Don’t worry!”, she could obviously see the anxiousness in my face, “You know that nothing will happen that you don’t want to!”

Her words did put me at ease a little, but to be honest, I liked the nervous feeling, the anticipation, the unknown.

We didn’t have to wait long for Sarah to come downstairs, and I heard myself gasping as she entered the room. She too was wearing a catsuit, electric blue, with a zip running down the front. Her cleavage looked unbelievable, in fact, all of her body looked amazing. She smiled at me, her eyes lighting up as she did.

“Right then”, she said, “I’ve been looking forward to this”

“Me too”, I whispered, letting out a little giggle. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well for starters, you’re a bit overdressed,” Jane laughed.

I looked down at the clothes that I’d spent hours choosing, compared to them I looked dowdy! Jane leant over and undid my top, pushing it over my shoulders, letting her hands touch my breasts oh so slightly as she did.

Sarah took my hand, and I stood up. She unzipped my skirt, and it crumpled to the floor, leaving me standing in only my underwear.

“That’s better”, Jane whispered in my ear, her hand tracing gently down my back, giving me goose pimples. 

Jane and Sarah exchanged a knowing glance, and took me into the next room.

“We want you to lie down on the table Laura,” said Sarah, “We’ve got something planned that we think you are going to like!”

I nodded, and lifted myself up onto the tabletop. Jane and Sarah stood either side of me, and began to caress my body, their soft hands making my body quiver. I looked up at these two gorgeous women, and sighed. All of their attention was on me, focussed on making sure I was feeling fantastic.

Almost in unison, my arms were lifted off the table, and they began to wrap them in what looked like cling film. They wrapped really tightly, and it didn’t take long for my arms to be totally covered in the thin plastic, from my wrists to my shoulders. It felt gorgeous, very different to the tape and fabrics that I’d been introduced to before, it wasn’t as restrictive, but I still loved the enclosed feeling on my skin. They positioned my arms back down on the table, placing them above my head.

Jane and Sarah then moved down the table, and gently pulled my legs apart, and wrapped one each in cling film. They wound the plastic around, until they were just past my knees.

“Okay?” asked Jane.

I nodded, intrigued to know what was coming next.

“The point of the cling film is to protect your skin”, said Sarah, moving to pick up a bag from the other side of the room. “You’ll see why!”

Sarah took a roll of silver duct tape out of the bag and handed it to Jane. “You’re not going to able to move at all when we’ve finished”

Jane unwound some of the tape, and cut off two strips, each about 8 inches long. She used the tape to secure each of my wrists to the table, smoothing it over the layer of cling film, and making sure it was stuck fast to the table top.

Strip after strip was placed on my arms, each overlapping the last slightly, until they were completely taped down to the table. I tried to move them, but they were totally immobilised, there was no give in the tape whatsoever. I turned my head to look, the tape moulded to the shape of my arms perfectly.

They repeated the process with my legs, taping them down to the table with the same meticulous attention. The silver tape restricted any movement in my legs just as it had done my arms.

My mind and heart were both racing. I watched the girls look at their work, pleased with how it looked. I was at their mercy – I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to. I lay there, spread-eagled on the table, becoming more and more aroused by the feelings of helplessness and expectation.

The girls ran their hands over my body, and began to tickle me lightly. They soon found that my sides were extremely sensitive to their touch, and concentrated their efforts. I tried to move, laughing and squirming as much as I could. I screamed at them to stop, but they carried on, only stopping when they decided it was time.

Tears were streaming from my eyes from the laughter, and Sarah held up a roll of silver bondage tape in front of me.

“Going to wrap your head now”, she grinned, “Everything will be more intense because you won’t be able to see what we’re doing to you!”

I smiled and lifted my head as Sarah wrapped the tape underneath my chin and over the top of my head. She wrapped it as tightly as she could, and then wrapped it over my mouth and eyes, totally encasing my head in the PVC tape.

I felt totally vulnerable, and nervous, but I tried to concentrate on the feeling of the girls’ touch rather than my anxiousness. I imagined the scene – me taped down to a table as two gorgeous women teased and played with me. Oh god, I liked it…

My breasts were fondled gently, my nipples teased through the fabric of my bra until I could feel that they were very erect. Another pair of hands ran lightly up the inside of my legs, the sensation changing as the fingers moved from the wrapped to the unwrapped part of my skin.

My body tingled as I felt one of them touch me between my legs, rubbing me through my underwear, teasing me even more. I sensed one of the girls climbing up onto the table, and she straddled me, sitting on my hips. Now any movement that I thought I could make was totally restricted.

My underwear was pulled to one side, and as my breasts were kneaded and pinched by one girl, the other started to rub my clitoris very lightly, almost so I couldn’t feel it.

Sarah was right. Everything that I was feeling was all the more powerful because I couldn’t see it, or react to it. I just had to take it…

The fingers between my legs started to stroke me harder, stimulating me more and more with every pass. As the feelings intensified, I could feel something being pushed inside me, slowly and carefully, filling me completely. I heard a click, and the vibrator sprang to life whirring and buzzing as it was brought out of me. They teased me with it, letting it brush against my clitoris before pushing it inside me, repeating this over and over again…

My breathing got heavier and heavier, and I could hear myself letting out stifled moans and cries as I got closer. I wriggled against my restraint, not able to move, but it felt good to try!

The vibrator was taken completely out of me, and then used to rub up and down on top my clitoris. The rubbing and vibrations in tandem sent me spiralling out of control, falling, crashing and exploding  - every nerve in my body tingling as I climaxed.

I was exhausted, and my whole body was shaking. I felt fantastic!

I felt my head being lifted up, and the bondage tape being unwound slowly from my head. The brightness of the light made my eye’s squint as I tried to focus on Sarah’s smiling face.

“You okay?” she asked, her smile getting even broader.

“Mhm”, I managed to gasp, in between breaths.

“You just wait till next week,” Jane whispered in my ear, “I want you to help me with David…”

My eyes widened! Oh yes… David… Now that would be fun!

 

10.09.06