Press My Buttons
Posters announced a sale on vitamins and discounted toiletry prices. Twin doors slid open as I approached. Dozens of fluorescent tubes suggested quantity but not necessarily quality. Tabloid magazines insisted movie stars were pregnant with alien babies. It could have been a corner drug store anywhere.
I dug a shopping list from my backpack and walked to the vitamin aisle to find a straight girl cliché between me and the brand I liked. Blond in a skirt and sweater, she reached for a bottle from the shelf and I noticed her nails. They were long on each finger and painted the exact red of her lipstick. Why did I even bother to look?
"Are you a doctor?" She asked, "Would you mind giving me a little advice?" She must have noticed that the company name on my name badge contained the word health. Perhaps she wasn't a clueless dye-job.
"No ma'am," I told her, "I'm a nurse and I drive a desk most days, but I'll do my best."
She held her chin high as we spoke. Her gaze pierced. She swept it over my body more than once before returning it to my eyes. I found my field of vision lowered instinctively.
I grinned when she slid behind me in the checkout line. So did she, warm enough that I questioned my earlier conclusions. Perhaps she could be fun after all. In fact, with those boots on...
She had me swooning enough that my voice seemed to act on its own, blurting out, "May I buy you lunch?" as the clerk rang up the last of my items. The woman tallying my items blushed and carefully counted change into my palm. I barely noticed. The tall blond behind me in line had my full attention.
Fifteen minutes later we strolled into one of my favorite diners. She introduced herself as Lynn. She ordered noodles with basil and chicken. I requested the same. We prepared to share an order of spring rolls.
"I like your political buttons." She commented.
I grinned. "Did you read them all?" She shook her head so I held my backpack on my lap for display.
"I like 'Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians' and 'Orgasm Donor' but I think I like the ones near the bottom best." She said, after I returned my bag to the ground under our table. The lower portion of my bag was reserved for kinky buttons. One depicted handcuffs. Another read "Slave" with a chain motif border. Still another read, "Every Top needs a bottom" with deliberate upper and lowercase letters.
I grinned again. "You're familiar with them?"
She cocked her head slightly to one side and scanned my eyes. I silently begged her to trust me.
"Yes." She finally answered. Then she took a drink of water. I wondered if she talked to many people about BDSM. Was I the first? Was she merely cautious?
"Are you Dominant, then?" My heart fluttered. I wanted her to say yes. I wanted her to tell me that she didn't have a submissive of her own.
Lynn smirked. Then a waitress placed our appetizer on the table. "Thank you" rolled out of my mouth when what I wanted to say was, "Go away!" or "Do you think she wants to tie me up and tease me until I beg for release? I hope so!"
We tore into the spring rolls with our fingers. When Lynn finished she folded her napkin and placed it on the table. I nearly panicked. Was she leaving? Was I too candid?
She leaned forward, waited a moment, and whispered, "I won't say here, but I'd like to talk about it somewhere more private. Is there a quiet park nearby?"
I thought for a moment. "One, but we won't find much privacy there." I replied, "My apartment building has a garden patio on the roof. It's quiet, if a little windy, and only a few blocks away." I forced myself to stop talking. Was that too forward?
Our noodles arrived. Lynn was quiet until after three bites. "I think that will do." I nodded and changed the subject in an effort to rid us of anticipatory silence. I discovered she had an interest in local politics. I gently prodded her with what I hoped were polite political questions.
She paid the check. I offered to help but she wouldn't hear of it. I thought briefly of kneeling beside her and begging but settled for pulling on my coat, grabbing my backpack, and following her to the door.
As expected, Lynn and I had the roof of my apartment building to ourselves. We both remained quiet for several minutes after sitting side-by-side in lawn chairs. I enjoyed the contrast in sound and smell thirty floors above car exhaust and constant chatter.
Lynn's voice pulled my attention from the world around us.
I blinked. "Did you say something?"
"I answered your question from earlier today."
My mouth became a desert. "And what was the answer? I'm sorry I missed it." However, I didn't need to hear that word fall from her lips. I knew.
I could tell by the way she leaned back in the lawn chair, her hands folded together, her interlacing digits forming an intricate pattern of soft fingers and sharp, red nails. I knew by the shark's grin that painted her face and the jaguar's sparkle in her eye.
The sky raged behind her. Clouds became odd fountains, spilling shapes into the cerulean sky. Yet none of it matched her intensity even though she merely sat still in a chair. I tried to imagine her standing over me holding a crop, flogger, or worse, a look of disappointment. I squirmed.
"It's a wonderful view." She said, looking directly at me.
My cheeks warmed despite the breeze. I looked off in the distance toward the water of the bay. "Yes, it really is." I tried to pull attention from myself. "When the sun sets the sky turns purple and, if the weather is clear enough, the mountains are silhouettes." I heard the soft click of her heels behind me. I thought of turning around but decided against it. Then I felt her hand brush my hair away from my neck.
Her lips felt like embers in the cool air so high above the city streets. Their heat against the tender back of my neck left me shivering. She seemed to notice and wrapped her arms around me. I managed to whisper, "Thank you." I think she felt more than heard the words.
Her breath was warm on my ear, but her voice was icy. "I didn't like you prying about my kink preferences in public." She stated.
I swallowed. "I'm sorry. I..."
"No, you're not sorry yet." Her voice held intensity yet hardly rose above a whisper. "Do you live alone? No, wait. You don't have to answer that. We just met and you should be careful." She tilted her head to one side. "Do you know what a safe-call is?" I nodded. I didn't give her enough credit. She knew far more than I guessed. "Good." She pulled a phone from her jacket.
"Thank you," I said, "But..." I held up one finger and then crossed the rooftop. I retrieved my backpack and returned to the striking blond.
Her eyebrows were raised. "You better have a damn good reason for that nonchalant 'Just a minute' little finger of yours." I smirked and retrieved a phone from my backpack. Lynn nodded.
I made arrangements from the opposite side of the roof and set an alarm on my phone. I found Lynn staring West when I looked back at her. She turned and beckoned. I sauntered toward her, swaying my hips. The sky in the west seemed to lose all interest for her.
"It's all set then?" She asked when I was once again within her arms. I nodded. "Good. Then let's see this apartment of yours."
"What about you? I could be dangerous too." I said with a smirk.
"Someone already expects me by a certain time." She led me to the stairs down from the rooftop. Was she married? Partnered? I looked at her left hand, chastising myself for not checking earlier. Her ring finger was empty.
She must have noticed. She laughed. "My cousin." She said, "I'm visiting and working here for a few months while she recovers from a brain transplant."
It was my turn to laugh. "A brain transplant?"
"Well... no. It was a knee replacement. She's terribly conservative and I was lost in wishful thinking."
Once inside the elevator, Lynn gently pinned me against the wall. "Don't get too comfortable." She gathered my wrists with one hand and collected a handful of my hair in the other. She kissed my throat, then my lips. "I'm still not happy that you embarrassed me."
The heels of Lynn's boots tapped on the hardwood floor as we entered my apartment. I stayed behind her at the door, throwing locks. "There's not much here..." I began to explain but stopped.
Lynn silenced me with an upheld finger as she advanced into the main room. I took a step forward. "No." She stated flatly, "Stay where you are." I froze, clasped my hands in front of me, and watched from the corner of my eyes as she entered my bathroom.
She returned to filing fingernails and stopped in front of me. Her eyes were stunning. Bands of blue danced with quick, nimble fingers waiting to steal cerulean from skies or azure from sapphires.
Then I realized Lynn was quiet. Her expression changed. Her eyebrows lifted. "Well?" She asked.
"I..." I stammered. I considered telling her that I was lost in her eyes for a moment but doubted that she would believe me. "Please forgive me, but would you repeat the question?" She scowled. Her hands found her hips. My gaze returned to the floor.
"I'm through imagining you without clothing." Lynn said in a matter-of-fact manner, "I don't want to have to rely on my daydreams any longer." I kept my gaze on the floor but could still tell that Lynn paused to look at me. I shuffled my feet. "Strip."
"Yes Lynn." I replied, and reached to untie my boots.
"Stop." She said, with much more emotion than her previous instruction. Half bent over, I froze. "I'm Ms. Lynn to you." She smiled. "Continue."
Anxiety but also arousal rose with each article of clothing I removed until I reached for the sides of my panties, when a delicious thought crossed my mind. I turned my back to Lynn and began slithering out of my panties. I heard her chuckle as I kept my legs straight, bent at the waist, and slowly lowered my underwear to the ground.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Lynn said in a playful tone. Then her voice became stern, as it had been on the roof when she asked about my BDSM questioning over lunch. "Kneel on the bed with your hands on the headboard. Do you have rope, scarves, or a few belts? If so, where are they?"
"Yes Ms. Lynn." I replied, "The rope is coiled beneath my bed. I've a single scarf wrapped around a vase in my closet. I've several belts in the bottom drawer of my dresser."
She nodded. "Don't move your hands." She coiled rope around my wrists and the bed's headboard. "Do you have safewords?" She asked. I told her what they were and what they meant to me. She had me repeat them a few times.
"On a scale of one to ten," She asked, "How afraid are you right now?"
I shivered. "Until you asked that, two." I thought for a moment. "Now three, Ms. Lynn."
Then I felt her hand between my thighs. She slid her fingers along the lips of my sex. I moaned and shuddered with delight. She placed her other hand on my bum to steady me. "Easy pet." She said lovingly, "You're not to reach orgasm until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ms. Lynn." I answered. It was a throaty whisper.
I all but squealed when she pressed a finger into me. She withdrew and giggled. I guessed that she hadn't expected such a response, but I'd been wet and aching since we first left the drugstore. I begged her to continue.
"Are you always this mouthy?" She asked with a grin. When I responded by begging more she cupped one of my breasts. I gasped. My pleading was replaced with whimpers and moans as she alternately rubbed and pinched my nipples. "Well." She said, "That seems to shut you up." I was about to nod and agree when she pinched my nipple hard between her nails.
Lynn released my poor nipple after I yelped. She chuckled a bit more before asking, "You're a bit loud for an apartment complex, don't you think?"
I first nodded yes. Then said, "No Ms. Lynn." I didn't care so long as she touched me again. I wanted her soft hands all over me. "Does it matter?"
Lynn smiled widely. "Yes pet. It matters." She disappeared into my closet.
I whimpered and became a little frightened. For the first time it truly dawned on me that a stranger was in my apartment. We were alone, and I was bound.
Then Lynn returned with the scarf. I breathed a sigh of relief. I half smiled until she picked up the pair of panties I'd been wearing and I realized what she was doing. "This should shut you up." She said, just before wadding the panties, and stuffing them into my mouth. She waved a red painted fingernail in front of my face. "Don't spit." I only looked at her with pleading eyes.
I didn't want to be gagged. It limited my speech. I couldn't communicate effectively. It objectified me. Yet, when Lynn threaded the scarf through my teeth, under my hair, and around my head I could feel my sex throbbing. While she tied it tightly I could think of little else except the fact that I wanted to beg, and beg, and beg to be touched but I could not. That seemed only to make my excitement more profound.
"There." She stepped back. "That's better." Then she lifted my black leather belt from the floor. The scarf around my head must not have been the only thing she retrieved from my closet. I panted through my nose. I tried to plead but only tiny muffled sounds escaped the gag the devious blond constructed and had strapped into my mouth.
The belt was lifted into the air and landed across my bum with a loud smack. It felt like I'd been stung by a dozen bees all at once. I pleaded into the gag. I showed puppy-dog eyes. I squirmed but the rope around my wrists held.
"Pay attention." Lynn commanded. "You're not to speak of BDSM while in my presence." She lashed the belt across my rear again. Again the bees stung. Again I yelped into the gag.
"The only exception..." Smack! "...is if we are alone..." Smack! "...in either your apartment..." Smack! "...or my home." Smack! "Is that clear?" Smack!
I was already in tears. I sobbed a bit and nodded my head.
"I asked you a question." Lynn stated in a very agitated voice. I felt fear push its way through pain and embarrassment. They mingled in my belly, leaving me cold and hot all at once. I began to shake.
The belt came down across my bum again, harder this time. Bees turned to fire. I whined into the gag. I couldn't answer. How could she expect me to answer? I couldn't speak. I nodded my head up and down furiously.
She hit me again with the belt and flames raced through my nervous system. I screamed into the gag. "Yes Ms. Lynn! It's clear! I understand!" but only muffled mewling escaped.
It was enough. She lowered the belt and I felt a dam break inside me. I sobbed and shook.
Lynn grabbed a wad of toilet paper from my bathroom and returned. She'd taken off her boots, sweater and skirt. All she wore was a bra and pair of panties. I wasn't sure when she undressed or even how, but she was suddenly on the bed with me. She wrapped me in one arm and petted my hair. She kissed my tears away and wiped my nose with the soft toilet tissue, whispering in my ear the entire time, "Good girl. Good girl."
She untied the scarf and removed the panties from my mouth after I stopped shaking. I was embarrassed by a little string of drool that followed the panties but Lynn only smiled and wiped it away with the toilet tissue. I made a mental note to buy an industrial size box of Kleenex the next time I visited the store.
She began to untie me and I thanked her but she held one finger to her lips. I was mildly stunned but kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to be gagged again so soon. Why didn't she wish me to thank I flexed my jaw until I was untied. Then I was told to fetch a glass of water. I did so and was ordered to drink it, then use the bathroom.
Lynn greeted me as I exited the bathroom. "I want you to undress me." She said. She was still wearing her lacy bra and panties and I happily obliged. I opened my mouth to ask how she'd like me to do it but she held a finger to her lips again. I pouted but nodded my compliance.
I walked behind her and tightly gripped the two halves of her bra strap. After unfastening them, I kept them together, easing them apart slowly so her breasts were not suddenly unsupported. I knew it could feel uncomfortable, like someone had dropped them, if I took the bra off suddenly. That was the last thing I wished for her to feel. So I eased her bra off slowly. Then I folded it and placed it atop her other clothing in the corner.
I wondered when she found the time to partially undress as I knelt in front of her. Then everything else leapt out of mind. My sex ached. I could smell her. She was very excited and I wanted nothing more than to taste her that very second. I thought of asking her if I could but then remembered that she shushed me twice. I guessed that she probably wouldn't shush me many more times before the belt or something worse became involved. So I looked up at her sex while I slid her panties slowly over her hips, down her thighs, over her shapely calves, and held them as she lifted one delicate foot at a time from them.
Lynn ordered me on the bed on my back. I complied and was surprised when she climbed on the bed from the opposite direction. She straddled my face and hovered her sex just above my mouth. "Do I have your attention?"
I bit my lower lip to keep from agreeing verbally. How could she not have my attention? I nodded, remembering that she shushed me earlier. "Good." She continued, "Play with yourself while you take care of me. Give me a show, but you're not to orgasm before I do. Is that understood?" I nodded again and was rewarded when Lynn lowered her sex toward my mouth.
I could smell her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to please her. I wanted to hear her shriek. I wanted her fingers tangled in my hair, to feel her dig fingernails into my shoulders, and know that she did so because I gave her pleasure.
I closed my eyes, reached out with my tongue, and found her warm to the touch. I heard a steady release of breath as her weight shifted and she settled over my mouth. Everything between my thighs tightened and, for long minutes, she rocked slightly back and forth over my mouth until her back arched and my sheets gathered in her hands. I expected screams, but she seemed to contract in on herself with small sounds and sighs.
She sucked in a shuddering breath, lifted one leg, and fell on the bed at my left shoulder. I turned my gaze up into hooded eyes. She licked her lips. "We're not quite finished, pet." I lifted an eyebrow and she laughed. "Fetch me a glass of water, my purse, and your phone."
I blinked for a moment, then nodded and rolled off the bed, returning with all she requested.
The water vanished quickly. I felt a bit of pride in that. Then Lynn beckoned me with a nod of her head. When I drew close she held my face with both hands and kissed my cheek. "Now we're done. I want to stay, but my sister... she wouldn't understand."
A lump rose in my throat. "Oh, that pout!" Lynn reached forward and stroked my cheek with her fingertips. "I'll think of something. Besides, I'd like our next arrangement to include breakfast."
That lifted the corners of my mouth. "So there will be a next time?"
"Oh yes. Was there any doubt?" Lynn reached for her purse, pulled a phone from the inner recesses, and swung her feet from my bed. We dressed slowly and exchanged phone numbers.
She kissed me again, softly, on the cheek, as she left. "Call if you don't hear from me by the weekend." She stared into my eyes. "Be discreet. Leave a message if I don't answer. I may be at the hospital."
I nodded and opened the door for her.
She held up her phone and waggled it from side to side in her hand. "Don't forget your safe call." Then she was through my front door, boots clicking down the hallway.
I closed the door and stood with my back against it for a long moment before lifting my phone. A familiar voice answered after the first ring. "No trouble?"
"None at all." I purred.
Laughter. "Glad to hear it. Need anything?"
"Just sleep, and to rest my jaw."
More laughter. "Good. We'll see you this weekend?"
"Wouldn't miss it." I paused. "Thanks."
"Anytime. G'night girly."
I tucked my phone away and turned toward my bedroom. I was alone for the night, but knew the sheets would still smell of her.