Didi is excited about modeling for the skilled photographer Paige, but she had no idea what would happen. The ropes on her wrists and ankles are going to serve a purpose over and above the artistic impact. They’re going to keep Didi in place while Paige gives her a rough introduction to lesbian sex, complete with slapping, pinching, and face sitting!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of a rough and reluctant first lesbian sex encounter. It includes bondage, slapping, nipple pinching, reluctant sex, rough lesbian sex, and face sitting. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.

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The whole room was upside down. I tried to turn and then remembered that I was tied to the bed. My feet were on the pillows at the head and my arms were tied at a strange angle, spread out completely. My head hung over the front of the bed. The whole room looked wrong. Paige walked toward me a bright smile on her face. I was too shocked by her strange smile to say anything. I didn’t know what she was planning before the shot. Then, she lifted up her cotton sun dress and I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She walked right up to me, reached down and gently caressed my cheek. Then, she smiled again but there was nothing in her voice that was pleasant or sweet when she said, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll use your mouth.” She squeezed my cheeks hard, pushing my lips together, and then with the heel of her hand, pushed on my chin, forcing my mouth open. “Now, let’s see that tongue.”
I started to struggle for a second, but a hard slap against my cheek showed me that that might not be my best course of action. While I gasped at her actions, tears welled in my eyes from the sting of the slap. She stroked my cheek again softly. Then, with just her forefinger, she pushed down on my chin and opened my mouth. “Now, let’s see that tongue.”
Humiliated, my face red from the slap and also from the embarrassment, I pushed my tongue out. She smiled again, sweetly at me. She turned, lifted her camisole again and began to sit down onto my face. I can’t explain how strange it was watching her pussy approaching me. I kept my tongue out straight not even realizing I was doing it until it touched her folds. It was a strange, musky, and overwhelmingly sweet taste and I pulled my tongue back immediately. I felt her hand at the top of my head and she began pulling my face upwards. I still kept my tongue in my mouth with my mouth closed but she pulled my hair, yanking it harshly, and said, “Use your tongue!”