Denise




The knock on the door was one I had been dreading for some time. It was my
friend Denise. I had not seen her for over a week. I fear I may have
embarrassed myself and put a friendship at risk for a little "truth and dare"
game we played one night. The evening had started pleasant enough, but as the
wine flowed, so did my mouth. We are both single women in our twenties, fairly
attractive, but never seem to meet Mr Right. Eventually the topic of
conversation came around to lesbian sex and would I consider it. I said no,
however I did confess one of my deepest secrets. Although never wishing to
"sleep" with another woman I have always had the desire to dominate another
physically. I was asked what I meant. I replied, for example, picking another
woman off the ground. I was further asked would I like to pick her up and I
replied yes, especially dressed in her work clothes, minus the skirt. Denise
went quiet at this moment and left shortly afterwards, somewhat more subdued
than when she arrived. Subsequently she had avoided two gym classes and had
been worried sick about what she must think of her strange friend.

I answered the door. There was indeed, Denise, just returning from work. I
stared at the ground, fearing eye contact. She seemed relaxed. I let her in
and we sat down.

She apologized for the last couple weeks explaining that the evening had left
her a little confused and unsure. She had now thought it through.

"Would you like to pick me up?" she said in a relaxed voice.

I barely knew what to say. She continued.

" I have thought about this, it can't do any harm can it? We are good friends
and no one is getting hurt. I have one condition though. Turnabout is only
fair and when you are finished with me, I want to pick you up. We go upstairs
now and select what I want you to wear!"

She took my hand and led me up to my bedroom. I felt like I was in daze. She
selected a light denim shirt and a pair of natural coloured tights to
compliment my underwear. She took her skirt off, leaving her with a white work
blouse and black tights. She led me down to the kitchen, the biggest room in
the house and stood before me.

"Lift away"

I approached her, reaching behind her legs, I pulled her sharply towards me.
She gasped in surprise. I grabbed tight around her, bent my legs and stood up.

She gasped again. I was now carrying my best friend 18 inches off the floor. I
held her there for a few seconds and then started to walk around the room with
her. I started "taunting" her.

"You ok little woman!"

"My, you are so light, my niece could carry you!"

To her credit, Denise joined in.

"Put me down! You are too strong for little me"

She kicked her legs gently as I continued to walk with her in my grasp.

I was feeling somewhat aroused by this. This woman was there to do as I felt.
She could not escape from me and was powerless to prevent me from taking her
into another room or anywhere. Denise continued to wriggle a little.
Eventually I began to tire. Also she must be feeling a little embarrassed up
there, so I put her down. She was a little flushed and surprised.

"I never thought you had it in you. I thought you were never going to put me
down. How did it feel?"

I had to confess that I felt somewhat aroused by the experience.

"Well, as promised, it is my turn to pick you up"

I assumed she would copy my lift, but was taken aback by what she did next.

She hooked her right hand behind my legs and her left hand around my back. She
lifted me in a cradle carry. Denise stood up with me in her arms, my legs
swinging in the air.

"Not so big now, are we", she taunted.

She walked around the room like she was exhibiting a prize. I was helpless,
just like she was. She started to rock me like a babe in arms. Surprisingly, I
still felt aroused, it seemed that I enjoyed being dominated as much as
dominating. Denise seemed to be enjoying herself as well. I started to
struggle and demand she put me down.

"When I'm ready," she said.

"I'm sorry my lady" I said with reverence.

She carried me for at least a minute before lowering me to the floor.

"Wow!" she exclaimed " I'll be honest and say I was getting turned on by you
lifting me but, jeez.having you there, at my mercy, it took my breath away."

I admitted that being lifted felt the same for me.

Where does this leave our friendship Denise asked.

I gently held her around the waist and lifted her a couple of inches of the
floor.

"It has been lifted to a higher level". I said.