Chapter 3: A girl named Sara

My first major crush at school was on a girl in my class named Emma. She was not only the tallest girl in school; she also easily towered over all the boys as well. She had big tits, blond hair and blue eyes. She was in all my classes and sat across from me. It felt like I could stare at those tits and eyes forever.

"What the hell are you starring at weirdo?" Emma asked me.

"Nothing...I wasn't staring." I said.

After school several of us would hang out at Emma's house and play truth or dare. When it was my turn, I always picked dare in hopes someone would dare me to kiss Emma.

"Truth or Dare?" Emma's friend asked me.

"Dare!" I said quickly glancing at Emma.

"I dare you to kiss..." she said dragging it out.

I started to get a bit excited. My dream was finally coming true.

"I dare you to kiss...Emma's feet" she concluded with a giggle.

The whole school knew I had a crush on Emma. Her and her friends teased me on a regular basis. For some reason I kept coming back for more.

I remember being obsessed with the woman on the cover of the Blink 182 album “Enema of the State”. For those who are not familiar with the album cover, it features a busty blond nurse played by a Porn star named Janine Lindemulder.

You may remember her seductively pulling on a pair of blue latex gloves in the music videos for their album that year. I remember seeing the CD case on the shelf at local stores and becoming obsessed with it.

I purchased the CD with a gift card I had received for my birthday. At the time I was not really even into music or Blink 182. I bought the CD for the sexy nurse on the cover. I did however end up liking the music and the artist Blink 182, so it was a happy accident.

The way I stumbled upon true hardcore BDSM porn on the internet was actually an accident. My grandparents were attempting to purchase custom handmade furniture online. They are super conservative Christians and lacked any real experience with the internet. They asked me to sit down with them and help navigate the use of a search engine.

I am really not sure how it came up in results for wooden furniture on yahoo, but we accidentally ended up stumbling across this 90s bondage porn site with women being tied up to wood furniture and fucked.

Luckily, I was able to close out the site before my Grandparents realized what it was. Days later, I was able to retrace my steps and find the site again for further inspection.

After some exploratory research on the internet, I learned all about Bondage, Domination and Fetishes. I refined my interests and figured out, although watching these women get tied up and fucked definitely turned me on, I was more into Female Domination or Femdom for short (when the women were in charge). I liked Dominant head strong women like Emma or the Nurse in the Blink 182 videos.

Truthfully, I do not think I knew enough about Femdom or the various other fetishes connected to it, to know exactly what I wanted yet. I just liked the outfits and the fantasy of getting bossed around by beautiful women. I especially liked nurses.

I can remember asking girls in school if they were Dominant or submissive and receiving a puzzled look before creeping them out further with an explanation. I would not describe myself as a lady's man in school, but I did have regular dates, girlfriends or "love interests" majority of the time.

The first person to respond positively to my kinky questions was a girl I met in school named Sara. Sara was one of those punk rock alternative dressing chicks that dyed her hair funky colors, had piercings and wore dark eye liner and fishnet stockings to school. My type of girl.

Sara looked a lot like Emma in the sense she had natural blond hair and blue eyes. She was a bit shorter and little curvy but not overweight at all. She had large breasts and a fat ass with thick thighs.

We had a few classes together and ended up hanging out through mutual friends that spent time together on weekends in a big group.

Originally, freshmen year, I actually had a crush on Sara's friend Jenny. Sara was dating of all people, Griffin. Sara and Griffin broke up when he went to military school sophomore year. I introduced Sara to weed, and we became regular partners in crime.

We typically hung out at Sara's friend Cali's house. Cali's parents were constantly away for work. A small portion of our friend's group was always getting high together in a large walk-in closet on weekends. Sara usually sat outside with the other nonsmokers.

"Come on, just sit inside. You don't have to smoke. Just hang out with us." We told Sara.

Over time we convinced Sara to come sit inside the closet with us while we were smoking.

"I promise we will not try to get you high." I told Sara with my fingers crossed behind my back.

We all were secretly blowing our smoke in her direction and blocking the gap under the door, so the closet filled with smoke. She ended up getting a contact high.

Eventually we convinced her to start actually smoking with us. I gave Sara her first bong rip. I hit the bong and filled it with smoke, then handed it to her for her to clear it. She inhaled it quickly and started coughing. She got pretty high.

Over time it evolved to her and I hanging out together alone and smoking. Sometimes at my house when my parents were gone, we would occasionally make out or hook up.

We never became an official couple, but we got pretty close. We started to talk over the internet through Yahoo Instant Messenger on a nightly basis. Online I felt bolder and more confident to talk about sex. I revealed to her my fetish for BDSM and women wearing nurse outfits. I told her about my obsession with the Blink 182 nurse. I explained my "vast knowledge" of kinks and fetishes, what I knew from watching HBO and the few fetish porn sites I could find online for free.

I told Sara about femdom. Women taking control in the bedroom and how much I was into it. We watched a few mainstream movies together that had Female Domination scenes like "Eurotrip", and "Tomcats".

Sara lived with her grandparents. Similar to my grandparents they were very strict and conservative. She was not allowed to date or have boys over to the house. I had come over a few times to work on school projects and stayed for dinner once or twice. Sara's Grandpa really liked me. I am a good Christian boy after all. I wasn't allowed in Sara's bedroom, but he had given me special permission to come over and hang out in a homemade gym he had built on the back of their property.

Sara took things to the next level. Sara, her friend Mandy and I were hanging out in the gym listening to music and studying for an upcoming test at school. The gym had a punching bag but no gloves. Sara and her family apparently used cloth wrap that resembled gauze around their hands and knuckles instead. I gave her a hard time by asking:

"Who has a punching bag but no gloves? What kind of bootleg gym is this?"

Sara responded:

"I'll show you how useful the cloth really is!"

Sara proceeded to use it to tie me up to some of the gym equipment. She wrapped the cloth around each of my wrists and then looped it around the top of a weight bench. She pulled it tight forcing my arms over my head. I was a very willing participant and didn't put up much of a fight at all. She tied the end of the cloth to the bench. After I was "restrained" Sara straddled my lap and leaned in to kiss me.

I know she could feel my hard on growing and ground her pussy into my lap innocently.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" she asked as she gyrated her hips and humped against my fully clothed erection.

"Uh huh," I mumbled.

Sara stopped her movement completely.

"What was that?" she demanded playing angry.

"Yes Mistress!" I responded clearly testing it out.

"That's Mistress Clea Vage to you!" she said with an assertive chuckle followed by a smirk.

Sara proceeded to stick her breasts in my face burying my mouth and nose for a moment, shaking it up. Some people call this a dirty pillow.

Sara got up and sat down next to me. I was still tied with my arms above my head. A bit shook up from the boob action. Sara unbuttoned my pants. She reached her hand down inside and began to give me a hand job.

Mandy commented: "Gross!"

She walked out of the gym back to the house. Sara worked furiously using the limited time we may have to jerk me off before her grandparents wondered why Mandy had left the gym.

She kept playfully asking “Why haven’t you cum yet?” and demanded me to cum angrily.

She was very forceful and not at all careful in her movements. After a few minutes of her hand job and the verbal humiliation, I climaxed hard.

Sara got up and untied me as I sat in a post nut daze. Mandy crept in and asked, "if we were done already!?"

Believe it or not I liked Sara so much, I actually created a character in the comic and video game that was inspired by her. She was a beautiful warrior woman and Dominatrix called Mistress Mary Jane. She was the main character's love interest.

Despite Sara being such an amazing kinky chick, we had a falling out. There was this guy in our school, Jack. Your typical handsome player who all the girls liked even though he was a known cheater and liar. Sara and I always made fun of the women who followed Jack around and became his victims. Then Sara's best friend Jenny started dating him, so Sara started hanging out with him too.

I had seen how Jack was with women and knew he would try to fuck Sara if they spent time together. I thought Sara knew this as well.

It felt completely contrary to the person I thought she was to see her laughing and flirting with Jack. We were not in an official relationship, but after rumors started to spread about Sara having a threesome with Jack and Jenny, I felt a little jealous and betrayed.

Sara claimed that she never hooked up with Jack but at the time it looked like a different situation to me. I became grounded around the same time, so I really did not have the option to work things out. We drifted apart as friends do.

We were never as close in school again. We would still occasionally talk casually in passing in the school halls or if we had a class together. According to her now years later, I used to make fun of her after we stopped being friends. Knowing me I might have. If I did it was probably because I was feeling hurt by her decision to pick Jack over me.

Sara used to write song lyrics and doodle with a sharpee marker on her hand when she got bored in class. Sara says I told people the doodles on her knuckles were hair and she had hairy knuckles. Honestly that doesn't sound like something I would say but I must admit it makes me laugh to myself in the present every time I re read this, so you never know. She doesn't have hairy knuckles by the way. Her knuckles are beautiful and feminine.

Chapter 4: The Devil wears Eye Makeup