Chapter 4: A Girl named Sara

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 fishnet stockings to school. My type of girl.

I would describe Sara as a combination of Bettie Page and Annette Schwarz. In high school I thought she looked like a punk rock Anna Faris from Scary Movie. She was a 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, I actually had a crush on Sara's friend Jenny, and Sara was dating 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. 

A small portion of our friend's group was always getting high together in one of Sara’s friend's closets on weekends. Sara typically sat outside with the other nonsmokers.

One time we convinced Sara to come sit inside the closet with us while we were smoking. We swore up and down we were not trying to get her high. 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 got pretty high.

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

We never became an official couple, but we got pretty close. We used to talk over the internet through Yahoo Messenger on a nightly basis. I revealed to her my fetish for BDSM and women wearing Nurse outfits. I explained my "vast knowledge", what I knew from watching HBO and the few fetish porn sites I could find online for free.

Sara lived with her grandparents who were very strict and conservative. She was not allowed to date or have boys over to the house at all. 

I had come over for dinner once or twice and Sara's Grandpa really liked me. I am good Christian boy after all. He had given me special permission to come over and to use a gym he had built on the back of their property.

One day 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 around their hands and knuckles instead. I gave her a hard time asking who has a punching bag but no gloves?

Sara responded by telling me she was going to show me how useful the cloth really was and proceeded to use it to tie me up to some of the gym equipment. I was a very willing participant and didn't put up much of a fight at all. 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.

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. She reached her hand down my pants and began to give me a hand job.

Mandy commented that we were gross and 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. 

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!?"

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. 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 were never as close in school again. We would still occasionally talk 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. 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.

Believe it or not I liked Sara so much, I actually based a character on Sara in the comic and video game. She was a beautiful warrior woman and Dominatrix called Mistress Tetra.

Chapter 5: The Devil wears Eye Makeup