Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

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October 23rd, 2006 · 3 Comments

It was the late night show at Cinekink and I sat between Dude and Dudette. I enjoyed the movie and had my hand stuck down Dudette’s pants the whole time. I fiddled with her enormous clit.

At the end of the movie, she turned to me, “You’re coming home with us.”
I thought for a second about my agenda for the next day.
“Lolita, I’m dominant. You’re coming home with us.”
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, ma’am.”
She was pleased.
Dude shepherded us out of the theater and into a cab.

We entered the apartment.
“Lolita, take off your clothes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I took off my sweater. Dude grabbed it and put it on. He rubbed his torso and enjoyed the warmth and the texture. Dudette liked how I kept saying “Yes, ma’am.” Easy enough.

Dudette sat on the bed. I opened her jeans and began to pull them off.
I knelt to her cunt and pulled her clit into my mouth. She moaned and I stuck my fingers into her wet cunt, working it.
“Lolita, I want to tie up your tits.”
“Yes, ma’am, in a bit.”
It’s all about having the proper attitude. I continue working on her. And she came.

She has me lie on the bed. Apparently the pleasure I gave her outweighed my delayed obedience. She began to tie my chest with a long length of dark green rope. Dude strapped leather cuffs to my wrists and fastened them over my head. They moved on either side of me each one pinning down one of my legs, each latched onto one of my nipples, sucking, biting, pulling, hurting me. I enjoy being double teamed like this and the nipple torture goes right to my pussy. I grinded my hips into Dudette.

Then they put nipple clamps on me and Dudette climbed up and straddled me.
“So tell me, Lolita, what are your hard limits?”
I can’t believe she is asking me this now. I am writhing and wanting. I am neurosmitten, that state of arousal where all I want to say is yes. Or, in this case, yes, ma’am.
“Your hard limits, Lolita.”
“Um…” Words fail me.
“Like, can we do a cutting on you?”
“No body modifications!”
I don’t believe this. It’s 2am and they are both a bit drunk and I am neurosmitten (I am using that word again because I made it up and I’m excited about my new word). Nobody is thinking straight, and a cutting is just not the thing you do when you go home with somebody for the first time.

“We can be very edgy. We can knock you out, put you under.”
I finally figure out what to say to her.
“Remember, we switch!”
“No, we don’t.”
“Yes, we do.”
In fact, I have topped her. I don’t argue with this fantasy of hers. She should have gotten the point. Dude observes, “I think she is getting out of the zone.” Yes, but I am so aroused and I focus and struggle to stay in that neurosmitten zone.

Dudette got out the strap-on. She had never used it before. She only recently had her first experience with “lesbian sex.” She fucked me well, but tired soon. “This is really difficult.” Dude explained to her that she does not need to use her entire body to fuck and that she should just thrust with her hips. He put on the strap-on and demonstrated. I was happy to be fucked for her education.

Dudette announces that she is sleepy. They take me out of the bondage and we go to sleep, me in the middle.

In the morning, Dude makes me breakfast.
“Do you need any aftercare?” he asked.
I smiled, “I think these chocolate chip pancakes are the perfect aftercare.”

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3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Ell // Oct 24, 2006 at 6:45 pm

    “Neurosmitten” is sheer genius! I love it.

  • 2 Anonymous // Oct 31, 2006 at 4:26 pm

    “What are your hard limits” is a scary question for during a scene. Especially when followed up by a query about a permanent bodymod. And asked by drunk people. Wrooong time. Yeek. I’m glad it worked out well.

  • 3 mutleythedog // Nov 1, 2006 at 6:35 pm

    This happened to me just exactly the same thing but with a biscuit and some wooly mittens. What do you say? I Mean what do you say!

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