This story continues from previous one, please find that one on my profile.

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So there I was sitting on my bed with a confused mind, in fact, my brain was screaming for more bloodflow to process whatever was going on here, but unfortunately it was all elsewhere, in an equally confused body. Was I turned on just because I was seeing a naked girl, or was it because it was a girl I had fantasized about on and off in my teenage years. I mean, I'm definitely not the only lesbian who has ever fantasized about my teenager best friend and girl I saw everyday blossoming (I know it sounds cheesy, but bear with me) in front of my eyes. There was Jenny, on her knees with one of her wrists firmly in the cuff and other one daring me to put in another one.

I asked, "ummm, Jenny what's going on?", she just chuckled and giggled, "you cannot be that dumbo, dum dum"

"I know what this is, but are you sure?", I retorted quickly.

"More than ever Claire, now shut your damn mouth unless it's for kissing me, am I clear?" 

"Ummmm" I was still processing, followed by a long 5 second pause.

"It wasn't a question, if you don't move right away, then I'm putting my clothes back on and walking out of here"

I swiftly moved and locked my door, and pocketed the key while asking, "oh yeah? Let me see you try", I also threw her clothes down the window on the landing below. Before she could process that I swiftly locked second cuff on her other wrist.

"What the fuck did you just do, Claire? How am I ever leaving this room now?" She was clearly panicking, we definitely aren't the same size so that was also a valid question. What she didn't know was that the landing from my room wasn't that deep from the window.

"When did I say that I want you to leave, Miss Jenny" I was slowly realizing the power I held over this ridiculously sexy and almost naked girl. But before I could proceed any further I wanted my answers. How did she know?

I asked her to get up and then kneel again on the pillow I had put down in front of her, while keeping her eyes on me. I pulled a chair, and sat down behind her such that she had to look up in the mirror to see me, and I had a spectacular view of her pert breasts. I dimmed the lights in my room while leaving the lights on the mirror on, so she couldn't see me so well but she was still clearly visible to me. She laughed and understood what's going on, "are you going to interrogate me now, Claire?" 

"I will do the asking job from now on, refer to me as ma'am and not by my name, am I clear, Jenny?" I said in my slow whisper like voice.

For the first time I saw her a shadow of fear or respect in her eyes, "Yes, sir . . . Sorry ma'am!" She replied promptly.

"First of all, how long have you known about the toys, and how did you find it out?"

"I have known since 5 months ago, when you bought something and kept it in that secret compartment of your closet, I was helping my brother set up my telescope for his highschoool astronomy project in his room"

She paused briefly to gather some courage it seems, "go on", I prompted her

"It was a cloudy night so I wanted somewhere to adjust the aperture and other settings on my digital camera so I can help my brother set it up with the telescope, so I aimed randomly at your home, I didn't know you would be in your room, but then I saw you putting something in your closet, I zoomed in and I was shocked to see the contents but I couldn't gather any courage to ask you about it, soon after you broke up with Your ex and then didn't come home for 3 months, meanwhile I forgot about it"

"And . . .?", I inquired

"What and?, that's about it" she replied avoiding my gaze

"I know you Jenny, well enough to know you're not telling me entire truth, if you forgot about it how come you remembered it all of a sudden?"

"No that's about it, honest" she persisted

I got up, got around her, and opened my closet once again to pick up two more things, either she didn't know about them or didn't bother picking them up, when I turned she saw a butt plug with a blue stone on end in my one hand and a riding crop or a flog in my other hand. She suddenly gasped very loudly, and now her breathing was clearly audible even over the background music of John Denver playing on my stereo. It didn't seem too intrusive so I hadn't turned it off. One other thing she didn't know was, when we renovated the house, I had added way more acoustic insulation to my room than appropriate, as I often used it to record my podcast.

She was surely breathing very loud and when I touched her neck she jumped a bit before settling down, she asked me, "What are you doing, Claire? Sorry I meant ma'am"

I didn't answer her, but moved to keep the things in my hand next to her while moving around to blindfold her completely. I asked her if she could see my fingers and she said no in very shaky voice. If I were a virgin I would have thought she's scared but I knew well enough to know she was horny beyond her own belief. I asked her, 

"Lier lier",

"Pants on fire", she replied within a flag And less than a second later yelped as she felt the palm of my hand squarely making contact with her bubble butt. I didn't stop till I had spanked her five times not too hard but firmly. 

"Keep lying and this will continue Jenny, it's your choice"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I am too ashamed to say what else I have done"

Within 10 minutes of her unclasping her bra, our almost 15 years of friendship had changed completely. I asked her calmly, "what have you done Jenny?"

"I'm sorry ma'am but I'm afraid that you will not like it"

I waited silently for a minute, "ma'am, please don't get mad, I'll speak but please don't stop talking to me" she knew me too well, How I became quiet when angry and thinking, but this was different, I was confused, horny and quite happy to be in my shoes at the moment. And looking at a small droplet running down on her thigh from beyond her thong, it seemed so was she! And what was that sound? Was she trying to stifle her moan, she was surely biting down on her lip, that was when I realized I was caressing her lower back and butt without realizing . . .

To be continued, or not. Again depends on your reactions!