Nadya ( / m, f/f, F/F, F/M)
Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2023 7:33 pm
“I think I’ve got it, Nadya. Look at this result.”
“Very good, Jenn. You did this tough question quite well, without my assistance. Congrats,” I said.
“Thanks. Would you like a cup of tea before we call it a night?”
“That would be very nice.”
“I’ll put the water on, then check on my son.”
“I can put the kettle on for you.”
“All right. But, the kettle burnt out last weekend and I haven’t found time to search the second hand stores. Use a pot on the stove.”
I made the tea and Jennifer set out two places at the table that served as her kitchen, study and sewing machine table. Treats for the tea were some Arrowroot cookies for her 2 year old. Hers was a basement apartment with a small bedroom for her son, a curtained off area for her double bed using a jack pole to support a wire holding the curtain, and the rest of the area being a small kitchen in one corner, a couple of chairs, a worn sofa. A small room held a shower and other necessities. Several cupboards held belongings of the owners, often absent on trips or south for the cold winter.
We were similar in many ways, good looking but not stunning, light brown hair fairly short, hazel eyes, 5 foot 7 or 8 inches. Nice but not pendulous breasts. Both were wearing light blouses and dark slacks, but not identical. Casual.
“You are such a good friend to help me with my studies. I’ll never be able to repay you.”
“Don’t think about it. I enjoy your company, helping. And I find Johnny fascinating.”
“I hope when I graduate – if – I’ll be able to find decent work.”
“Something will come around.”
Jennifer was an older student working hard to complete her long abandoned high school certificate. Older than me, but probably only 22, 23. It was hard for her to return to class, while carrying a foetus, striving to make ends meet. I knew what she did to earn a living. It didn’t bother me about her but I didn’t like the customers who used her services. Somehow I felt a need to support Jennifer in her attempts to climb out of the pit that had been her life. She liked and respected me, as I did her.
“I had an interesting “client” last Saturday. A boy, or young adult, near your age. His friends had bought my services for his 18th birthday. Poor boy. But he said something extremely nice to me.”
“Oh?”
“I brought him here. Normally I don’t but it seemed right. He was so nervous, shy.” Jennifer took a sip of tea.
“He said, ‘I don’t know what to do. I don’t have a girl friend or know how to get one. I’m sorry. But I’d like to ensure that you enjoy yourself, that you are satisfied.’
“I’ve never had a client say that to me, to care for me.”
“What did you do?”
“I really shouldn’t be talking about someone – client – but it struck me so. So please don’t tell anyone about it. I won’t tell you his name or personal details. But it moved me so much I want to share it with you.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” I promised.
“I started asking about his aims and ambitions. He said he was a good student, but like me struggling with calculus. He wants to be an engineer or a scientist. But he is afraid about his maths. You should give him a hand – oops – that would mean I have to tell you who he is.
“Anyway, talking about the future seemed to settle him down. Then he asked if I could tell him how to get a girlfriend and how and when to become intimate.
“So I told him a few things. A woman wants to be respected, wants someone to be interested in her, to do things she likes with other people. To be liked. Someone to have fun with, to enjoy his company.
“I said you can’t order girlfriends like this from an on-line store, like Amazon.
“I told him to get involved in activities that involve other people – hiking, music, drama. Consider joining volunteer groups to help others, perhaps a singing group that goes around to Seniors’ Homes and serenades them. Help others.
“Along the way you will meet someone who will enjoy working or singing with you, and you will become interested in each other. Do things together. The relationship will blossom, emotional connection will be made. With love will come sex.
“’Love doesn’t follow sex’ I told him, ‘I know, from bitter experience.’”
I knew she had taken up with someone in a street gang who had dazzled her with his importance, manliness. Took her to bed. The gang leader wanted his piece of her – it was important to her boyfriend’s position in the gang, he had explained. Variously she was used, introduced to drugs, forced out of school. Then dropped.
“That was very nice of the boy,” I said to Jennifer.
“I asked him if he looked after his own needs. He looked a little embarrassed, so I apologized. But he said, ‘Yes. I like to tie myself up which gives me a nice big erection. Then I lie on it and squirm till I come. Sometimes a bit messy. My sexual stress need goes down, but don’t tell my mother. She would be aghast.’”
“May I ask what you did then?” said Nadya.
“I was still enthralled with his comment about me. So I told him we could start with a hug. A kiss. Then I invited him to undo the buttons of my blouse, and I reached for the buttons of his shirt.
“When we were naked on the bed, I told him that I would give him a bit of an anatomy lesson. I lay there with my legs so he could see everything, told him about vagina, labia, clitoris, sweet spot or G spot. I explained about female arousal and orgasms, sensuous spots of my body. Then I had him caress my skin, breasts, side of neck below my ears, - all of the places that arouse me. I let him feel my lower lips, reach inside, feel my clitoris and see how it responds as it is stimulated. In other words, some ways to please a woman. I wanted to handle his penis, but didn’t want to make him come prematurely. He had never imagined a woman’s orgasm, or the fact she can have multiple orgasms.
Eventually I had him crawl on top. I didn’t even have to pretend. But I had to teach him how to put on a condom properly.
“We stayed in bed for an hour and I got his penis erect again. He tried, we tried but he didn’t come again. He was so apologetic about failing to make me come a second time. I told him, ‘When you said you wanted to ensure I was satisfied, that made a perfect night for me.’ I hope he believed me.”
“Wow. Thanks for sharing. I’m a virgin in love and sex. So I don’t know what to expect.”
“Well, I’m a virgin in the love department.”
Then Jennifer added, “Do you know anything about knots?”
“Such as in?”
“Tying people up. I’m told there are a number of men who want to be tied up, and made to suffer before coming. Or to tie their partner up. Perhaps good money from older men.”
I paused, and Jennifer apologized. Then I said, “Yes, I know a little about knots. I was in Guides, and we had a little bit on knots. Not like Scouts, where there is much more emphasis on outdoors stuff. But - well, promise never to tell anyone what I am going to tell you. It is a bit of a long story.”
Jennifer promised.
“When I was about seven years old and my sister Karen was a year older, we started to play games. One game we had was she was a horse, and I a rider in a carriage she was pulling with a skipping rope around her waist. I don’t know over what period of time we played the game. One day we were waiting for the school bus in a small park a couple of blocks from home. There was some construction activity across the street from the park, and an older man observing the construction. My sister dropped the skipping rope around her waist. I said to her, ‘Bad horsey. No carrot treat for you tonight.’”
“Wow, some game.”
“Yes. In our play I was always the dominant, controlling one. She liked to be passive, directed. And I wanted to be in control.
“Well, this man heard my comment and as I looked around, I caught his eye. For a fraction of a second. Then he turned back to the construction.
“But I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to say, ‘Bad horsey needs to be tied up tonight.’ Then he said to himself, ‘That’s a bad thought. These are just children, vulnerable.’”
“How did you know his thoughts?”
“I don’t know. But I did.
“That night I told my sister Karen what the old man thought. Or I imagined he thought. She said, ‘Yes, I have been a bad horsey, and need to be prevented from escaping.’
“So I used the skipping rope to tie her hands in front of her. I wasn’t very good at knots and it worked loose during the night. But from then on, every few days, she would say she had been a bad horsey, and I would tie her up for the night. First with the skipping rope, then with rope we bought. We shared a room in those days. She really enjoyed being restrained, and I enjoyed securing her. We looked at comics, TV shows, movies for scenes of bondage. It was fantastic when we began to search the Internet. Lots of ideas.
“Our parents were busy with work, and were delighted that we were so close that we entertained each other. Little did they know. Karen was a year ahead of me, so I used to learn some of the things she was being taught, giving me a head start on each year.
“We did Brownies and Guides, some soccer, excursions with the school. Learned some things about knotting. Continued our horsey games.
“So yes, I know a little about bondage. Do you want to learn?”
Jennifer nodded, “If you please. There are some ropes in camping equipment of the owners.”
So we spent an hour exploring the ropes. I discussed some safety issues. We decided for her profession, tying a man spread-eagled on the bed was a good way to make him available for teasing, unable to escape. My sister liked it.
I had Jennifer stretched out on her bed, comfortable but not able to escape. I was just about to tie a rope from her knee to the side of the bed to open up her crotch some more, when the doorbell rang.
“Ignore it? It’s probably just a canvasser for the election.”
But the doorbell rang again. The lights were on, so Jenn suggested I answer it.
I put the hank of rope I had been holding into a pocket as I walked to the door. I looked out through the window pane to see a nicely dressed young man, clean shaven, recent neat haircut, standing a few feet back from the door, and carrying a box in his hands.. Not threatening. Then I recognized him as a student in another section of my year. Bright, usually nerdy looking and behaving. Quiet, reserved. He saw me at the window.
I set the chain on the door and opened it to speak to him.
“My name is Kevin and I’m looking for Jennifer; I have something for her. Oh, I think I recognize you from school. Do you live here as well?”
“I have been helping Jennifer with some mathematics; that’s why I am here.”
“May I see her please? I have something for her.”
“Jennifer is not available at this time. May I take it to give to her?”
“Well, I wanted to talk to her. I know she needs a new electric kettle and I bought her one.”
I quickly put 2 and 2 together; this was her client from Saturday. “That is very thoughtful and considerate of you. We had to boil water in a pot on the stove for tea earlier. I’m willing to take it and give it to her later.”
“I really wanted to talk to her, to apologize for something.”
“Oh? She’s not available right now.”
But Jennifer heard our dialog and called out, “Go ahead, let him in.”
So I released the chain, and he entered, carefully wiping his shoes on the small strip of carpet at the door. I took the box and placed it on the all-purpose table.
Jennifer called out, “Bring him to me.”
I said to him, “I’ll take you to see her, but I must tie your hands behind your back.”
His face reddened, “You know?”
“I put a couple of things together. Her kettle burnt out only last Saturday. Jennifer told me she had a client over who said something very nice to her. No names or other information. And I won’t tell anyone.”
“They say you are the smartest person in our year.”
“Well, I hear that you are up at the top as well.”
Again a reddening. “But I am struggling with calculus, which I need for Engineering at university. How are you doing with it?”
“Oh, it comes easy to me. That’s what I’m helping Jennifer with.”
“Perhaps you would be willing to give me a hand?”
“Yes, sometime later.”
“Well I want to see Jennifer,” Kevin said, and turned around, hands behind his back, though not before he reached into his pants pocket for a moment.
I secured his hands, then put the end of the rope in his fingers. “If you feel the need to release yourself, tug on this.”
I led him through the sheet that acted as a curtain and he stopped when he saw Jennifer stretched out on the bed. “Now I see why I had to be tied. Are you into games, or the same line of work?”
Jennifer replied, “No. I had a recent client who told me he likes to tie himself up. There is a certain amount of work in my field with older men who need some, say, extra stimulus. So I asked Nadya if she knew anything about knots. She wanted to know why. So she was showing me a few things. We decided a man might like to be like this so he has no control over what happens.”
She continued, “I’m really taken by what you just brought for me. Do you still want to talk to me?”
“I want to apologize. I feel badly about, well, having used you. It’s all wrong and I feel ashamed.”
“Apology accepted, though none required. You see, you said something that changed the whole encounter. You said, ‘I want it to be good for you’ meaning me. No one has ever considered my side before and I admire and respect you for having said that. That’s why I took so much effort with you, provided some idea of what a woman wants, what she needs, what her parts do. I enjoyed the evening I spent with you.”
“I took some of your advice. I’m going to go into a couple of after school activities in order to meet people, both men and women.”
“That’s wonderful. I never had advice, and look at the mess I got myself into. But I’ll work my way out. Thanks for the kettle, every bit helps. But I’ll manage on my own.”
There was a pause, so I interjected. “I was showing Jennifer what I thought she might try. But it’s useful to have a subject on which she could practice. Would you like to be a test subject?”
Kevin smiled in anticipation.
Soon he was spread-eagled on the bed, tied by Jennifer. She used the knot that I had shown her which secured an individual limb, but without constricting the limb too much. Kevin’s male reaction under his pants was evident.
“There, done,” exclaimed Jennifer.
Kevin looked at Nadya and asked, “Is this what you do?”
I replied, smiling at Kevin, “I’ve never tied a man up.”
“But you have tied women up?”
“Yes, Jennifer here, for the only time, just this evening.” The truth, nothing but the truth, but not the whole truth.
“You are attractive but don’t go out with any of the guys in the school. People wonder why.”
“Lots of the boys have asked me, such as to the Christmas Dance. But nobody has asked me in the right way.”
“Would you like to go to the Christmas Dance?”
“Of course.”
“Then may I offer to escort you to the dance?”
“I would like that very much.”
“It’s that easy?”
“You didn’t ask me to come with you to the dance, with the focus on yourself. You ascertained that I would like to go, then offered to make that happen. Focus on me, the lady.”
“I learned that from Jennifer.”
“She’s a good teacher.”
Jennifer interjected, “Would you like to have a pretty outfit for the dance? I’d be happy to make you a nice dress. I make all my own clothes.”
“I would appreciate a handmade dress of your making. That is very generous of you.”
Turning back to Kevin, “Now I have a question for you. Would you like to have me as a girlfriend?”
“Really? Of course.”
“You see, I asked you if you wanted something. Not would you be my boyfriend. But I would like you as a boyfriend.”
“Then as a girlfriend, would you be willing to help me with my calculus?”
“I would like to help you any way I can.”
Jennifer commented, “What should we do now? Perhaps Kevin wants to be released.”
“I was thinking of showing you a few more knots, such as by tying you to the pole holding up the curtain.”
Jennifer agreed, and Kevin watched in fascination as I securely bound Jennifer to the pole, leaving a short hank of rope she could pull to release herself if needed. Jennifer had her wrists tied behind the pole, ropes around her chest and the pole to accentuate her assets, ropes fastening her ankles and knees, and a rope around her waist, tied behind the pole with the ends run around her hips, down her groin, under her dark blue slacks, and tightly knotted behind the pole. Jenn smiled in contentment at her confinement.
“Now I think Kevin needs a blindfold.” I used one of Jennifer’s scarves from a box that served as a clothes drawer. I put my finger to my lips at Jennifer to be quiet. Then turning to Kevin, I asked, “Kevin, would you be interested to give me a little lesson in male anatomy? I am deficient in such matters.”
When he nodded, I undid Kevin’s pants, released one of his legs, pulled down his pants and underwear on the other leg, and reattached his leg outstretched. His erection arched over his belly.
“Kevin, would you tell me what you like touched?”
The tips of my fingers brushed over the places on his shaft, testicles, the skin between his balls and his rectum, and the glans. A few drops of fluid leaked out of the head. I undid his shirt buttons and circled his nipples. Kevin strained at the ropes as the sexual tension rose, unsated.
I had slowly removed my own clothing silently as I moved from one side of the bed to the other. Ultimately I unrolled a condom carefully over his throbbing shaft.
I got up on top of the bed. “Kevin, is it time to untie you and send you on home?”
“And the alternative?”
“We’ve got the emotional parts sort of looked after,” I said as I climbed over him and slowly descended on his shaft. “I’d like to give my virginity to you.”