The Barmaid's Friend Story

Following a few text chats over the years, the Barmaid’s friend and I decided that we had unfinished business, but alas circumstances meant that a reunion isn’t an option. She did however ask me to write a story of what such a reunion might involve, so being the obliging chap I decided to do as I was told.

Rather than use the name ‘The Barmaid’s Friend’ every time, I will give her a made up name of Nicki to protect her identity but make it easier to write.

Nicki and I had been texting for a while and then out of the blue she asked me if I wanted to go over and see her. It had been years since I had seen her, although I had thought about her on plenty of occasions. I popped in the car and drove over to her house, a twenty minute car ride that was full of nerves yet excitement. I walked in and she was sitting in the living room, a long t-shirt on yet in boots, as I like to remember her. I sat down on an armchair next to her and said a quick hello and asked how she was. “Who gave you permission to sit on my sofa” she barked at me. I panicked, out of practice with her stern ways. She always said that what we done in the past was tame compared to what she wanted to do, so I was a little concerned at what I may have let myself in for. “Sorry Miss” I whispered, hoping that I wouldn’t be in too much trouble for my assumption that I could sit straight down.
“Get on the floor, crawl over here and clean my boots with your tongue” she said in her stern voice. I jumped to the floor and did as I was instructed, crawling over to her and starting with the toe of her shiny right boot. “Its been too long since you done this slave” she told me, and I agreed. I continued to do as instructed, running my tongue up and down her leather clad leg. “Remember that tame stuff we done last time?” she asked me rhetorically, “that was nothing compared to what I’m gonna to do you today”. I felt an inner panic at what she might have planned, as it really wasn’t all that tame last time.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up over her knee. Her long t-shirt rode up and I could see a short PVC skirt underneath it. She then unbuckled my trousers and yanked them down, so my bare bum was showing. “No more excuses about not having marks on your body this time” she said, refrenching last time we played when I didn’t want marks before a beach holiday. She then pulled out a leather paddle and started slowly on my bum, alternating sides of my bum. She started gently at first but soon built up to hard whacks. I began to yelp, and she stopped. “No noise from you bitch” she said, and then continued. I couldn’t help myself and yelped again, as it was stinging like hell. She stood up, throwing me off her knee and I fell to the floor. She removed her t-shirt and revealed the PVC skirt and a matching vest top. She really did look the best. She then hitched her skirt up a little and I thought I was gonna get lucky as she removed her PVC thong. However, she then pulled her skirt back down and beckoned me back to her knee. “No more noise I said” she instructed, before forcing her thong in to my mouth as a gag. I tried to protest but it was filling my mouth before I could get any words out. She then recommenced the paddling of my bum, and the pain was getting unbearable. I tried to wriggle free, but realised the error as soon as I did.

“What the hell are you doing slave? Trying to get away from me? You’ll pay for that” she shouted at me. I was really panicked now and wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. She ordered me to stand and strip before putting a blindfold on. I was having that feeling again, no sight, no speech and no control.

I followed her lead in to what I assumed is the bedroom, and felt myself being bent over the end of the bed. I tried to ask what was happening but couldn’t speak because of the gag. I then felt my legs being pulled apart as she tied them to the legs of the bed. She then tied my wrists tight together and stretched them to the top of the bed posts. I was bound, legs apart, stretched over the bed with my wrists tied to the other end. And gagged. And blindfolded. Vulnerable doesn’t even come close to describing my feelings.

She then proceeded the run her hands over my body, nipping, scratching and stroking, causing me to flinch. However, I was that tightly bound I wasn’t going anywhere until Nicki decided. I then had a flashback to a conversation we had ages ago where she had mentioned a strap on, and became very uneasy as she said she wouldn’t go easy on me. I tried to mumble something to her to ask what she was doing, and as I did, I felt a wet feeling trickle down my bum, which I soon deduced was lube. I wriggled and muffled through the gag, but to no avail as I felt her strap on press against my bum gently. I tried to move away, but I couldn’t, I had nowhere to go. Then I felt it, slowly slip inside. I felt huge, bigger than anything I had experience there, which in fairness wasn’t a lot. I gasped through the gag and heard her chuckle as she began to move slowly in and out, getting a rhythm going. It was uncomfortable but also had aspects of pleasure. However, it got a lot more uncomfortable as she sped up, thrusting deep inside me. I moaned loud, through the gag. I longed to touch myself but my hands being bound meant there was no chance of that. Nicki seemed to be enjoying herself, I couldn’t see but could hear her groan as she filled me from bebind. I felt it pressing deep inside me and the mix of pain and pleasure was becoming one feeling. Nicki was getting louder too and I heard her build up to orgasm, as she pushed faster inside me. Eventually with us both moaning she came, loud and hard, pushing so deep inside me I screamed through the gag. She then untied me and we lay down next to each other on the bed. “You enjoy that bitch?” she asked me, to which I replied, exhausted and drained. Then for a reason I can’t explain, I climbed on top of her and tied her wrists to the loose bounds that had secured me minutes before. “What the hell are you doing boy” she asked, panic in her face. I just smiled at her as she thrashed around trying to undo herself.

What the hell I was doing will follow in part two…