Turning Point Ch. 05

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!

Author's Note: Special thanks to Novella23 for the inspiration for this story as well as the encouragement, ideas, and editing. Be sure to check out his stories for more on this theme.

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I was self-conscious on the way back to the market thinking that I must be walking funny after being thoroughly fucked. My fingers kept touching my lips even as the arousing tingling from the Horny Goat cream slowly dissipated while we perused a few more stalls. We weren't really even paying attention to what they were selling, we just didn't want to bring any attention to the fact that we had just wandered off with one of the sellers, a pretty redhead, to have sex with her...and some produce.

My dirty mind wondered what her family was going to do with those ears of corn. Would someone end up buying them? That thought was both erotic and embarrassing even knowing that there was no chance of them tasting me or Emma on them after being cooked.

After only a few more minutes of absently walking the market, we headed back to Charlie's tiny Miata. This time, Emma sat in my lap and curled against me like a sleepy kitten. It was mostly quiet on the drive back to the cabin and my mind thought about Jim and how incredible he was for encouraging me to explore my girl-girl desires. Sure, one of his biggest turn-ons was thinking about his wife having sex with another woman but letting me actually experience it was an exercise in extreme trust.

What I hadn't conveyed to him was the depth to which I had embraced my submissive side with Charlie. I still wasn't sure if that was a general desire or just the dynamic with the woman I was now freely calling my Mistress. I was certainly not that way with Jim. Of course, it wasn't like I hadn't told him about the interactions with Charlie and she had even told him, in no uncertain terms, that when she was around, he was not to be in the picture even in our own home. I might be bi but Charlie was not interested in men in the slightest. Jim had agreed to those terms. Wholeheartedly. Maybe too quickly.

Furthermore, my commitment to Charlie had only solidified during this trip. As Jim and I had promised each other, it was just sex, but she stirred up desires in me that I couldn't let go of now. Oh, I cared for both of these women with whom I had become the most intimate of friends, but it didn't compare with what I had with Jim. Even so, I feared what would happen if these two worlds ever came into conflict.

My musings were redirected as we drove up the long gravel driveway to the cabin. After the morning's activities, I was starting to get quite hungry. Apparently, Emma was feeling the same way as she hopped out of the car and stole the bag of pastries we had purchased from my hand.

"Hey!" I called after her but she was jogging for the porch only to huff when she got there and the door was locked. "You still need these." I shook the house keys in front of me.

"That's what you think!" Emma answered and reached into the bag. She pulled out a chocolate croissant and took a hardy bite while staring at me. "Mmmm, stho ood," she taunted with her mouth full.

She held up the partially eaten pastry bobbing it in the air as I came up the steps to the front door. Acting like I was going to go past her to unlock it, I suddenly darted my head to the side and managed to get a small bite of her breakfast right from Emma's hand before she could react.

"Hey, that's mine!" It was Emma's turn to be surprised. She moved the item away from me but it was too late.

"Mhm, that is good," I said nonchalantly as I finished my motion toward the door.

Charlie was close behind me and just smiled at our antics.

"Sherry!" she exclaimed with mock outrage. "Are you stealing Emma's breakfast? What am I going to do with you?"

I gave her a sidelong glance as I opened the door and walked inside. When neither of the other two immediately followed, I turned back to see Emma whispering something to Charlie whose eyebrows raised and then smirked, her eyes locking on me again. Uh-oh.

"Emma thinks that you are a danger to our food and need to be restrained."

"What?" I asked incredulously. I shot Emma a whithering look only to get a little shoulder wiggle and a wink in response.

"Get undressed," Charlie ordered as she and the blonde teen came through the door closing it behind them.

"But I haven't had...," I started to complain only to get a stern look from Charlie.

I knew that look. I had gotten it from any number of teachers over the years not to mention my mother. But there was something more in that look that my teachers and mom never had and it was that look that sent naughty tingles through me.

Without another word, I grabbed the bottom of my thin shirt and pulled it over my head. My breasts were pulled up momentarily and then bounced back into position as the shirt freed them. I was proud, at thirty-four, that they were still winning the battle with gravity. The mini-skirt was removed a couple of seconds later. Charlie had dressed me that morning which meant that I was naked underneath. Squatting down, I started to remove my high heel sandals but Charlie stopped me.

"Leave those on. They look so hot on you," Charlie said.

Emma tossed the bag of pastries on the table and jogged to the bedroom for some unknown reason. The blonde woman who had so completely seduced me came around the table and pulled out a chair. They were the standard wooden kitchen chairs without frills beyond some machine-etched leaves in the top of the back. She indicated I should sit so I did.

"What are we...?" I started to ask before Charlie put a finger to my lips while swinging a leg over me and sitting on my legs.

I heard Emma returning but Charlie held my focus by taking hold of my jaw and lowering her lips to mine. Our tongues entwined and I closed my eyes letting the sensuality of the moment wash over me. She pressed against me causing my head to lean back. The blonde caressed my neck then shoulders and arms keeping them dangling down beside me.

Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew that the teen was doing something behind me but I wasn't paying attention until I tried to lift my hands to Charlie's body. They barely moved. I couldn't look down because my head was practically immobile under the blonde woman's insistent kiss.

I noticed when something wrapped around my ankle and my foot was pulled to line up with the chair leg. Jim and I had never even considered bondage play but watching Emma's reaction yesterday had more than piqued my curiosity. Now that I was being secured to the chair, my sense of vulnerability was rising fast. I trusted these two and Charlie, in particular, but actually having your limbs restrained with no possibility of escape or influence was a completely different animal. My breathing had already picked up and my heart was beating in a strong, steady rhythm that I could feel against the bands fastened securely around my limbs.

When my second ankle was secured to the chair, Charlie broke our kiss and stood up. Even knowing it wouldn't work, I still tried to reach up and pull her back down. My muscles flexed and strained against the bindings. All I accomplished was giving my two captors a good show of my struggle. I even added a little whimper to emphasize my damsel in distress act, which I think they appreciated based on the lustful looks they gave me.

Then, to my chagrin, the two walked away! Emma went to the cabinet to get plates while Charlie retrieved some mugs and started pouring coffee. The teen sat down at the table first and started pulling items from the bag. She pulled out my almond croissant and placed it on a plate in front of me or, at least, where I would be if the chair hadn't been pulled a couple of feet back from the table. As it was, I couldn't even lean forward enough to eat it.

"I don't suppose you could...?" I started to ask if she would help me out.

"Oh, right! Let me just..." Emma's voice trailed off as she picked up the pastry.

She made a motion toward me with it only to veer away as my mouth opened. Instead of going to my lips, she took a bite out of it and put it back on the plate.

"You owed me that one," she declared.

I grunted in indignation but she was right, I had taken a bite of hers. I still tugged against my bonds to express my displeasure. Emma just gave me kissy lips and turned back to her own breakfast.

Charlie brought three cups of coffee to the table setting one beside each plate before sitting down across from me. She didn't even look at me. I looked around trying to think of some clever way to get to my food. Instead of any bright ideas, I examined myself strapped to the wooden chair. My arms were straight down by my sides attached to the chair back while my ankles were fastened to the front legs.

It wasn't until that moment that I felt strange about being the only undressed one of the group. I tried to bring my knees together in an attempt to maintain at least some of my modesty but was only partially successful. I could only sit and watch Charlie and Emma eating like I wasn't even there.

"Emma?" I tried to get the teen's attention. "Would you...possibly...give me a bite, please?"

She looked over at me with those big blue eyes and the sweetest innocent little girl look but it was Charlie who spoke up.

"Don't worry, pet, we'll take care of you when we're done," she said while lifting her mug to her lips.

"But I'm so hungry," I started then changed tactics. "Pl..please, Mistress. Please may your...pet have some breakfast." Referring to myself as a pet in the third person was demeaning but my nipples hardened and a blush bloomed over all of my exposed flesh.

There was a pause as Charlie sipped her coffee and looked at me over the rim.

"I tell you what," she finally responded, "I'll give you something to get your mind off your hunger."

Half standing to reach her purse on the unoccupied quarter of the table, Charlie pulled out the jar of Horny Goat cream. My eyes went wide and I shook my head.

"Charlie!...Charlie!" I whined as the blonde got up and walked around the table carrying the jar in front of her. "Th..that's...hehe..what are going to do with that?" I was genuinely testing my restraints as she came closer and found them quite secure.

I looked pleadingly at Emma but she just licked her lips and watched. Charlie unscrewed the lid and barely touched the tip of her index finger to the surface of the substance then sat the jar on the table.

"Oh, god, Charlie...Mistress...please," her other hand came up and put a finger to my lips silencing me except for my pitiful whimper. My eyes tracked her other finger as it slowly touched my left nipple. First the tip, then it proceeded to circle around covering my whole areola in the cream. It was just a little cold at first, then the tingling began. It wasn't arousing on its own but every thought quickly centered on touching that nipple, relieving the sensation with pleasurable caresses.

I was still focused on my left breast when Charlie stepped back and replaced the lid. Then the tingling began in the other. I hadn't even noticed as she smeared that one as well. I pulled trying to get my hands up to my tits, groaning and whining with my inability to touch my breasts. Both nipples, which I thought were hard before, had turned into little rocks. They felt every movement of the air like it was an ephemeral tongue.

Charlie's plan had worked. I was no longer thinking about my stomach. I was completely consumed with the burning need to touch my nipples, to rub them, pinch them, anything. I knew that any contact would be translated into pure pleasure and I needed it way more than food.

Breathing through my open mouth, I tried to calm myself as Charlie returned to her seat and continued eating. This was just like spicy food, I told myself--like capsaicin, just in my head. There weren't actually tiny little cattle prods electrifying my nipples no matter what my brain was telling me.

The mantra had little effect on the tingling, and, despite my best efforts, I still squirmed every few seconds. If this was Charlie's way of making me fully experience my bondage, it was wildly successful. Every second I was denied the ability to touch my breasts was exquisite torture.

I spent the next ten minutes making lewd sounds and being erotic entertainment for Charlie and Emma as they had their breakfast. When their plates were empty and they continued to sit there chatting and watching me, I began to wonder if I was going to go insane without some relief. Finally, Charlie looked at me and then at Emma.

"I believe that I promised you could decide what we did after breakfast didn't I," she addressed the teen.

Emma's face lit up and she did a little rapid clap.

"Oh, yes!" she responded excitedly and hopped up.

Charlie watched her leave for a moment and then moved to her vacated chair moving it closer to me in the process. She picked up my mug of coffee and brought it to my lips. Carefully, she tipped it back letting me take a long sip before returning it to the table. The liquid was still lukewarm and drinkable, thank goodness, but I would have preferred that she do something about the burning need in my tits just inches from her.

I waved my chest side-to-side in a way I hoped would entice her to fondle the girls and gave her my most alluring look. All I got to see was her smirk as something came over my head close to my face and blocked my view.

"Close your eyes," Emma said from behind me.

I complied quickly as the obstruction moved toward me. A few moments later, my world went black as a fur-lined blindfold was placed on my head. This was yet another thing that Jim and I had never done. Until recently, we had been so vanilla with our sex life that I felt like a virgin being introduced to so many new things by these two much younger women.

"How does that feel, Sherry?" That was Charlie's voice. "Not being able to know when or where someone will... touch...you?"

Timed with her uttering 'touch', my right nipple was flicked and I took in a sharp breath followed by a moaning exhale. My rock-hard nubs were so incredibly sensitive!

Something touched my bottom lip.

"Open up," Charlie said.

I opened my mouth hesitantly and something pushed past my lips and onto my tongue. It was my pastry. I gratefully took a bite savoring the subtle sweetness of the almond paste buried in the flaky croissant. For a moment it was even enough to get my mind off of my tingling breasts.

That was short-lived, however, as one of them pinched my left nipple just after I swallowed.

"Ahhhhhnnn...!" I cried in initial surprise but my back arched when the pressure didn't let up. The pleasure was intense, much more than it should be. "Ooohhhh," I moaned as the sensation radiated to my sex even without any contact.

My other nipple was suddenly getting the same treatment and I saw stars. Then, nothing, just residual pulses of fading stimulation. For a blessed few moments, the tingling need had been satisfied and the pleasure was incredible. I pouted at my loss.

"You just can't help but be sexy, can you?" That was Emma's voice at my left ear. She was behind me.

Her delicate fingers touched both my shoulders and lazily made figure eights before trailing over my collarbone to the top of my chest. Then something was at my lips again. I opened my mouth and was rewarded with another bite of my breakfast.

Emma's fingers kept edging further down as the hard, smooth surface of my coffee mug contacted my lips and I got another couple of sips. It was barely clear when the teen's fingers started spiraling around my areola. I held my breath as the pleasure increased the closer the spiral got to the center. In unison, both hands reached their target. She was being gentle circling her fingertips around my nubs but the cream made every manipulation feel like an assault.

My head lulled back against the girl's abdomen and I groaned in pure delight.

"Ohhh, yeeessss," I slurred.

Again, it stopped abruptly and my head no longer had a pillow. I whimpered.

"Aww, poor thing," Charlie said sympathetically. "Here, have some more breakfast."

She might have changed positions as her hand went behind my neck and urged my head back up. I opened my mouth again and felt something press against my lips. I almost bit down before I realized it was not my flaky croissant but Charlie's breast. I adjusted quickly and sucked it in greedily.

"Mmmm," Charlie began, "I think she likes that even better than the pastry."

"Delicious," I confirmed as she backed away.

"How about mine?" Emma said just above me.

She straddled my legs and sat in my lap. Guiding my head to her chest, a stiff nipple was rubbed across my lips until I opened up and pulled it in as well. She must have smeared it with some of the almond paste because it had that distinctive sweet flavor combined with the taste of her skin.

"Mmmmggg," I groaned my approval and tried to take in even more bitting gently as I consumed my breakfast.

"Careful there," she giggled, "I need those back!"

She pulled away and her breast bounced back with an audible pop as it escaped my suction. My mouth wasn't empty for long, however. It was quickly filled with Emma's other breast. This one had a taste of coffee. Had she stuck her tit into my coffee? That was kind of hot. My tongue went to work getting every last molecule off. The noises the teen was making let me know she was enjoying it as much as I was.

I was disappointed when she sat back out of my reach and stood up. For several seconds nothing happened other than the sound of the other two women walking around. Something was put on the table or, maybe, one of them just bumped it. My head swiveled trying to get a better idea of what they were doing but to no avail.

Finally, one of the chairs was pulled across the floor ending up close to my left side. My nipples still tingled but the effect of the cream might have been starting to wear off. Someone sat down to my right followed by the other on my left.

"Spread your legs," Charlie commanded from my right.

I did as she ordered and felt something hard and round wiggling against my sex. It was slippery and slid easily between my labia to press firmly into my hole, the top edge nestled perfectly against my clit. Hands were then doing something on both sides. They were taping the object, which must have a long handle, to the chair between my legs!

When the tingling started in my slit, I almost panicked. I tried pressing my hips back away from the thing but it was already too late and I had nowhere to go.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed. "You put that blasted cream on it!"

"Did I?" Emma acted surprised.

My lower half was already starting to gyrate. As the tiny cattle prods started up, I began involuntarily humping the inert object wedged between my legs. At least there was something to rub against this time even if my bondage kept me from making perfect contact.

Again, my inability to escape emphasized how truly helpless I was and that these two women could do absolutely anything they wanted to me. Instead of instilling fear, however, I felt safe with them. The physical loss of control and sight set up a feedback loop in my brain that amplified every touch, every sensation.

Then something touched my leg. No, dripped onto my leg. It was cold. A drop of water? Before I could fully comprehend what it meant, my right nipple exploded with the chill of ice circling it. I tensed and sucked in a breath. For a moment, the tingling in that nipple was overwhelmed by the cold only to combine a second later. That was followed by my left nipple being similarly assaulted by more ice.

"Ohhhhh," my chin quivered as I moaned.