Free Leather Clad Women (Fem-Dom BDSM erotica) by Jay Merson

Chapter 1
     
    "Are you of
Scottish decent then?" Marinella asked naively.
    Pauline sighed
heavily and sipped at her larger and lime. She swung her legs
around and over the bench seat to sit astride the wooden bench in
the pub garden.
    "No you silly,
the 'Clan' hasn’t anything to do with Scotland."
    Marinella
looked perplexed and lit a cigarette, throwing the empty packet
casually into the centre of the wide picnic-style table.
    "So what is it
then? This 'Clan' of yours?" her tone was one of boredom and only
mild interest in the conversation.
    Pauline
straightened her body, took a deep breath and rested her hands on
her denim-clad thighs, "Sex, hot and raw, sex on our terms and as
we want it to be, not as the men see it."
    Marinella
shrugged her shoulders unimpressed and looked absently down the pub
garden, "Sex is sex and no great shakes - leastwise not for
me."
    Pauline spun
around and sliding her legs under the table, her elbows resting on
the hard wooden tabletop and she leaned toward her friend. Her
voice was high in pitch and thrilled excitement.
    "But that's the
whole point. Sex as we know it simply isn't proper sex. A cock in a
pussy, pump away for a few minutes and then roll off and go to
sleep? I want more out of it than that, others do and you do too, I
think."
    "True enough,
but what and how?"
    A huge smile
broke over Pauline's face, "That is what the 'Clan' is all about,
the very reason it was formed."
    Marinella
seemed unconvinced or simply disinterested, “Like another
drink?"
    "Fuck the
drink," Pauline realised that she had raised her voice and tempered
to talk across the table in a hushed whisper. "Look, we are in our
late twenties...."
    "Very late
twenties actually”, Marinella interjected.
    "Okay, all the
more reason to break out of the rut. I'm sick of washing smelly
bloody socks and cooking for a man that can hump me only when he is
drunk, with the lights out and when it suits him - how it suits
him. I need to scratch my itch, in different and exciting ways. The
three other women that make up the Clan are in and so am I. Are
you, in or out?"
    "What will it
cost me?" Marinella asked suspiciously.
    Pauline huffed
in derision at the suggestion, "It's you that has the Scots in you
if anyone Miss tight-wad. It will cost you nothing except lots of
energy to cope with the multiple orgasms you will have to
suffer."
    Marinella's
head snapped back to look incredulously at her friend, “Now I'm
interested."
    Pauline
chuckled, "Thought that would do it, you dirty little hussy."
    "You are too,"
Marinella countered, "coming up with such an impractical idea as
the 'Clan.'
    "Why
impractical? Don't you want good, hot sex on your terms?
    "Of course I do
but how?"
    Pauline sat
back, draining the last of her larger and lime, her tone sarcastic,
"I will have that other drink now, if you don't mind spending the
money of course."
    "Meow,"
Marinella responded and poked out her tongue. She rose from the
bench, took the glasses and went into the bar. When she returned,
she placed the full glasses graciously down on the table and
settled herself again.
    "The 'Clan,'”
Pauline enthused, her eyes wide and her tone one of high
excitement, "Is a group of five girls - women - together we plan to
use and sexually abuse men, to say how it will be and to get the
sex that we want."
    Marinella
huffed and sat back, "Big words but no action."
    Pauline took a
huge gulp of her drink then posed the question, "When did you last
suck cock eh?"
    "Just a few
weeks ago actually," Marinella retorted icily.
    "Was he tied up
and helpless? Was he hard and simply begging for you to get your
mouth over the head of his cock?"
    Marinella
gasped, "Tied? You mean tied up?"
    "I mean exactly
that. Helpless and completely at your mercy, teased to the point of
almost coming and then some more."
    "Good God, just
the thought of it gets me all....You know...."
    "Horny?" Gets
you all horny and wet for it?"
    "Ssssh,"
Marinella cautioned putting her finger to her