Sylvie was in quite a state before Alexa even opened the door of her apartment. She couldn't quite believe the effect the goddess had on her. Something in her brain had fundamentally changed. Before Alexa had started at 51, Sylvie hadn't even been into women. Now she was prepared to totally surrender herself to one so long as she got some sexual reward for it.
The door opened, and Alexa stood there in her paramedic uniform, including the jacket and even the black gloves that she favoured wearing on shift. That certainly wasn't what Sylvie had expected to see. But the beautiful smile on Alexa's face figuratively put her in a trance nonetheless.
"Hello, Sylvie. I'm glad you're here. No doubt you are too. I could tell how hard today's shift was for you to get through. Come in."
Oh God, Sylvie thought. Despite how she was dressed, Alexa was getting right down to business. She stepped into the apartment, finding it nice, clean, unremarkable, much like her own. Frankly, the surroundings made little difference to her.
Alexa closed the door. "I figured we could order food in afterwards. I'm not much of a cook, I have to admit. Let me take your coat."
"Afterwards?" Sylvie asked excitedly as she wormed her way out of her coat and handed it to Alexa, hoping she knew what that meant.
Alexa hung the coat up near the front door, then Sylvie followed her through to living room and saw a roll of black duct tape sitting on the coffee table. Her heart rate instantly quickened even more, so much that she could feel it beating.
"Let's be honest, you weren't desperate to come here for the company or the food. You wanted to be dealt with by the goddess."
"I did," Sylvie confessed. "But I seem to have found Alexa the paramedic instead."
"Or a goddess in disguise," Alexa suggested. "Sit down, Sylvie. Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you." As she sat down, Sylvie felt guilty. She didn't want to merely use Alexa for some kinky sex. That wasn't her style. Over the past couple of days, she had put some thought into whether a relationship might be possible for them if things went in that direction. She saw no reason why they couldn't at least give it a try. Although she hadn't dated a woman before, or even considered it, she was open to the idea. "Alexa, can I ask you something?"
Alexa settled onto the couch, very close to Sylvie. "Sure."
"What do you see in this? Is this just some kinky fun for you? Or are you interested in me?"
"Do you want me to be interested in you?"
Sylvie looked at her for a moment. "Please don't answer a question with a question. This is what frustrates me when I talk to you."
"What frustrates you? Sorry, answered with a question again."
"What frustrates me is that I'm never sure if you're being genuine with me or if you're in your 'goddess mode' where you say and do the perfect things to excite me."
Alexa grinned, obviously liking that. "Okay, I'll be straight forward with you. We don't know each other yet, Sylvie. We haven't been on a date. We haven't even spent a night in each other's company yet. Do I want a relationship with you? I don't know. Am I ruling out a relationship? No. Tonight, I assumed we were hooking up to further explore your newfound desire to be dominated. That's plenty enjoyable enough for me. And I figured we could order food in or something afterwards, like I said. Nothing serious, just an enjoyable few hours. If you want to go on a date some time, we can talk about it. But not now."
Sylvie weighed that up, and it seemed fair enough. "Okay. Indulging me being dominated is exciting for you?"
"Some people get off of being submissive, Sylvie. Others get off on being dominant. Do you know what a dom/sub relationship is?"
Sylvie felt her cheeks warming up again in embarrassment. How Alexa talked about such things so openly and confidently was a mystery to her. "I've heard of it," she said, feeling like even that was a confession. "Don't know how it works. My guess is it's the dominant person doing whatever they want to the submissive person?"
Alexa smiled and shook her head. Her beauty was seducing Sylvie even while she wasn't doing or saying anything seductive. "That's a misapprehension. An understandable one. Actually, Sylvie, it's quite the opposite. One of the key aspects in a dom/sub relationship is the sub confessing their innermost thoughts and desires to the dom, and the dom bringing those desires into reality as much as possible."
"I see," Sylvie said, feeling more and more turned on by the moment. She was in a situation where Alexa might fulfil whatever she wanted. The only problem was Sylvie didn't know exactly what she wanted, or why Alexa, or bondage, had come out of nowhere and seemingly completely changed her sex life. The whole thing was confusing and embarrassing, so she decided to cop out and change the subject. "Why are you sitting here in your paramedic gear? You're even wearing the gloves. I notice you wear gloves often. Is that a thing for you?"
"We'll talk about what I like some other time. This evening is about you, Sylvie. To answer your other question, the reason I'm dressed like this is so that whenever you look at me dressed like this when we're working, you're going to think of the goddess. And you're going to remember what's going to happen next."
Sylvie's eyes widened and her heart rate quickened as she watched Alexa lean forward and pick up the roll of duct tape. "You're going to tape me up?"
"Put your hands behind your back. In fact, sit with your legs up on the coach and I'll get behind you."
Sexual excitement made Sylvie do as she was told without questioning it. She turned so that she was sideways on to the couch, legs stretched out in front of her, over the couch's low arm. As Alexa moved to sit behind her, Sylvie put her hands behind her back.
Next came the sound of duct tape being stretched from the roll. After their previous encounter, Sylvie found that noise very exciting. She recalled the gag that Alexa had put on her, and how helpless that had made her feel. This time it was going to be used to bind her wrists – another new experience for her. She expected the tape to tie her quite securely since it was Alexa putting it to use. She sure seemed to know what she was doing.
The tape was swiftly wrapped around Sylvie's wrists twice, binding them tightly together. As with the rope bondage from last time, it was somewhat painful. No pain, no enjoyment, Sylvie reasoned. Besides, the domination fantasy obviously wouldn't come to life unless she was actually dominated.
"Okay, you've tied my hands and I can't move. Now what?" Sylvie asked, goading Alexa and turning herself on at the same time.
"Now this." Taking Sylvie by surprise, Alexa clamped a hand over her mouth and at the same time forced her down onto the couch, lying on her stomach. With a few seconds, Sylvie was pinned down, totally immobile and gagged by the gloved hand.
"Mmmm," she gasped weakly, her sexual excitement rocketing. Now she was fully dominated exactly as she had wanted, albeit not in the manner she had imagined it happening.
"Don't fight me, Sylvie. You're bound, and you won't get out from under me."
"Mmm mmmm," Sylvie groaned, testing how well the hand was gagging her. Very well was the answer. In fact she could barely breathe. Alexa's thumb was resting on top of her nose and her index finger was right under her nostrils, further restricting the available air. The rubbery smell of the nitrile glove filled her nose.
Alexa lowered her own head to whisper in Sylvie's ear. "Stop. The more you try to talk, the more air you waste. Don't fight my hand. Don't fight the bondage. Just breathe, and accept the fact that you can't resist me."
Second by second, Sylvie only got more and more turned on. She was hot, wet, and quivering with excitement. What Alexa said was true, all she could do was lie there and do her best to breathe. Utter domination.
"Let me tell you why I dressed this way tonight," Alexa was whispering. "There are two reasons actually. One: Whenever you see me dressed like this, I want you to think of the goddess, domming like she is right now. When you're in the ambo, is it Paramedic Bliss you're in there with, or is it the Goddess? It might be the Goddess, who could restrain you and put her hand over your mouth at any moment, just like now."
Oh my god, Sylvie thought, knowing that it was true, she was going to think about that. It would be impossible not to now.
"Reason two: We've discovered your kink. You like bondage and gagging, at least if you're on the receiving end. Now let me tell you about one of mine. I have a thing for gloves, Sylvie. Wearing them turns me on. Seeing sexy women wear them turns me on. Having one covering your mouth right now turns me on. So you're not the only one who'll be enjoying her time in the ambo because I get to see you wearing sexy gloves for hours on every shift we work."
Sylvie didn't get Alexa's kink. Right now she didn't even care about it in the least. She was in ecstasy enjoying her own, even if she could hardly breathe. "Mmmm," she moaned involuntarily, due to her complete helplessness.
"Another interesting thing about me, Sylvie. For some reason, I don't even understand why myself, it's apparently damn near impossible for me to get cramp in my hands. That means I could keep you pinned down here for hours if I wanted to and it wouldn't bother me at all."
"Mmppph," Sylvie sighed, her eyes rolling in delirium. Alexa knew exactly what to say to keep building and building the excitement. Sylvie felt like she might even orgasm if she kept going. There was no escape, and the threat of not being released.
"Ssshhh," Alexa said softly. With that, she stopped whispering. Silence descended on the room apart from Sylvie's rapid, shallow breaths through her nose.
A minute went by. Maybe two. Or maybe it was five. Sylvie was kept in the heightened state of sexual excitement by the situation she was in, so much so that time was becoming immaterial. Bound, unable to struggle, unable to cry out for help through the hand. Well, she hadn't tried that, she realised. To attempt that and fail would be another turn on.
"Hmmp memph," she moaned as loud as she could. It was a pathetic, muffled noise that no one outside of the apartment stood even a remote chance of hearing.
"Sshhh," Alexa gently whispered again. "Stop resisting. Let the goddess dom you." The soft whispering felt to Sylvie like she was having a relaxing spell cast on her. The soothing nature of it was countered by Sylvie's own sexual excitement.
And so it continued - Sylvie involuntarily moaning from time to time, and Alexa encouraging her to be quiet and accept her predicament. How long it lasted, Sylvie had no idea. A long time, but not long enough. She was too excited for time to be a measurable commodity. Eventually, abruptly, Alexa took her hand away and sat up.
Sylvie lay where she had been left, gasping for air and sweating. "Why did you stop?" was the first thing she cried out once she was able.
"That's the end of tonight's experiment," Alexa said sweetly. It outraged Sylvie.
"What? I want more!" she demanded, awkwardly sitting up with her wrists still bound behind her back. She meant more domination, and then sex. Her body was more than ready for the latter.
"I know. We'll try something new next time. We're going to experiment with things and see what really gets you going. Over time, we might go longer and longer, until the point where I might keep you tied up all night."
"But..." Sylvie floundered, struggling to find words for the actual objection. "You said this was about me telling you what I like and you making those things happen. You're just making me wait because you know it'll drive me crazy."
"Well, yes," Alexa replied in that same sweet voice. "And, no, I said making the sub's desires come true is one of the main things about a dom/sub relationship. What you're forgetting is I'm the goddess. Do you think a goddess does what she's told?"
Sylvie was totally spellbound. To her, she was actually looking at a goddess right in front of her. Her, a pathetic mere mortal, face to face with a goddess. "No. Of course not," she said humbly.
"Goddess Alexa will dom how you like it. But she'll do it when she wants, for however long she wants. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Sylvie said, practically grovelling.
"Good," Alexa said. With that, she pulled off her gloves and seemed to snap out of character. "That was fun, Sylvie. I can tell you enjoyed it."
"That's an understatement," Sylvie said as Alexa set about trying to remove the tape from her wrists. She didn't dare say that she wanted more domination, followed by sex. Even if she did say it, it wasn't going to happen. The frustration was immense, which of course was deliberate on Alexa's part.
"So, shall we order some food and have a drink?" Alexa suggested.
Sylvie wasn't sure how she was supposed to have some kind of ordinary date night after what had just happened. Apparently she was going to have to try in order to get to know her. She did want a shot at a relationship with Alexa. Right now though, she wanted domination from the goddess a lot more.
A/N: Sylvie got to experience more domination, but was left frustrated and begging for more once again.
Would you like to see Sylvie and Alexa work towards a relationship? Or should they keep things casual?