The Performance - Part I - Preparation - Sex Stories

The Performance - Part I - Preparation

... Again, no answer. The music boomed; I could now feel my wrists being tied together with a stocking. 'Celia, stop!' - I made an attempt to sound strict. I tried to get up, but couldn't – my arms were crossed against the back of the chair with the horizontal piece at the top of it blocking my arms. 'Celia!' - I shouted. Celia got up, and stood in front of me. 'Let me go!' - I ordered. I could tell she understood me by the way her lip curled. I tried once more to free my arms. She watched my struggle with satisfaction. Not wanting to humiliate myself further, I stopped moving. 'Celia, untie me, please' – I said as pleasantly as I could. Celia smiled once more. Suddenly, she was on all fours in front of me. Ignoring my protests, she prised my legs apart with the force that surprised me. She looked up, gazing into my eyes steadily from under her heavy fake lashes. She licked her lips and moved her head closer. With a quick move, she licked my throbbing pussy through my velvet panties. I gasped at the sensation, which sent an almost electrical chill through my body. My nipples were hard under my corset. Celia licked my panties again, this time harder. I could feel her hot breath on my cunt. She was looking up at me all the time. I moaned. Celia sprung away from me. She stood up, turned around smartly, and with one last triumphant look, she left the room. As she shut the door on me, I realised that the song had finished. I called Celia, but my voice rang out naively in the ...

... silence, and there was no reply. My lust quickly changed to fury. She'd left me tied to the chair, and horny as hell. She couldn't just do that to me! I stood up and tried to chase after her, but the chair was still tied to me. My arms ached, the pain adding to my humiliation. I sat down, still panting, and tried to untie my wrists. Eventually, I managed to untie myself. I sat dumbly under the harsh halogen light of the changing room. The building was silent, but my head was drumming with angry thoughts. 'She won' – they said – 'She'll steal your show' – 'She's amazing'. I made my mind up to get her fired before the show, which was the next day, which is today. As soon as I got changed, I told myself, I would call Ruby and get my show back. I thought back on what had happened, and my rage slowly started turning back into lust. I thought of Celia's breath on my pussy, her moist tongue on my panties. I took them off, and noticed that they were soaked through. I slipped my hand between my thighs and lay down on the bench, relishing the memory and my anger. My fingers slid into my brimming cunt, while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. My thoughts started evolving from fantasies of firing Celia to her coming back and seeing me fucking myself, surrendering to the memory of her. My juices flowed onto my asshole and onto the bench as I imagined Celia's tongue in my cunt. I commanded the dream Celia to lick me harder – she listened. I ordered her to put her finger in my wet asshole. She ...