Part 1
There was something oddly satisfying about physical exercise, a sentiment that Brianna Wilde would have found very strange once upon a time. The truth was that she had never been a particularly physical person when she was younger. Oh, to be sure she’d run and played like any other child and had ridden her bike just about everywhere before she’d gotten old enough to drive, though she’d never actually had a car of her own. In fact, the little motorcycle she kept tucked away in her mistresses’ garden shed was the first vehicle she had ever actually owned. However, beyond those youthful adventures and the occasional camping trip, as well as physical education in school, Brianna would certainly not have considered herself particularly athletic in any real sense of the word. She’d been painfully average at best and had been inching ever so slightly toward out of shape as high school came to an end. Once again the blue-haired girl could not help but marvel at how much could change in as little as a year. It was hard to say if it had been anything more than curiosity, and a certain ingrained obedience, when she’d accepted Sofia’s offer to join the blonde’s morning jogs. A combination of both probably, as well as a certain unspoken promise of… other things to spice up the experience. An unspoken promise that had been kept in spades. And yet, as difficult and exhausting as those first few days were, Brianna was still a little shocked at how much she had come to enjoy the experience and how much she had begun to look forward to those morning runs. It was more than just the aroused thrill of exercising in bondage, or the sense of accomplishment as she reached new milestones. No, it was something both more and less tangible than that. She would probably never have Sofia’s sheer enthusiasm, much less Claudia’s abs, but at the same time the blue-haired girl could not help but marvel at the changes wrought in her body since she had started accompanying her mistress on her runs. The physical changes alone were interesting enough, especially the steadily increasing tone of her leg muscles, her thighs in particular, as well as the slight narrowing and firming of her waist, though her growing exploration of corsetry probably also played a role in that as well.
No, as fascinating and as satisfying as those changes were, all of it was relatively minor compared to the more subtle transformation she had begun to notice. At first it had been little things such as increased flexibility and an expanded lung capacity, things that had both proven quite useful in her ongoing bondage adventures as well as a particularly exciting, and harrowing, day when she’d tried to eat Sofia’s pussy while they were in the pool, the blonde accidentally trapping her lover underwater when those strong thighs had clamped around Brianna’s head. An experience she wasn’t keen to repeat, yet one that never failed to arouse when her thoughts drifted back to it. Of course, there had been more substantial discoveries as well. Particularly an ever growing endurance, muscles no longer burning in protest after a long run, limbs no longer cramping after being bound in impossibly tight positions and left that way for hours, and body no longer collapsing in exhaustion after a marathon session of lovemaking. And yet, even that paled in comparison to the growing sense of exhilaration that came from pushing her limits. While she still felt more than a little awed by the effortless grace and strength that Sofia exhibited, honestly amazed at how the blonde never seemed winded no matter how hard she pushed herself, Brianna also realized that she was slowly catching up. Even six months ago a jog had left her flushed and covered in sweat, sucking in huge gulps of air as if she had forgotten how to breathe, but now? Now, while her muscles still burned with the effort and her skin still flushed with exertion she was no longer left spent and exhausted. It was a nice feeling, and one that she had grown increasingly proud of as the weeks went by. However, if there was one thing that the blue-haired girl had learned in the last year it was that underestimating her mistresses was a bad idea. While it was true that Sofia was equally proud of her, a fact that the blonde made no secret of, and certainly enjoyed the time they spent together, the blonde was also equally determined to find new ways to push her slave’s limits. After all, it was something that both she and Roxanna had striven to do in all other aspects of their life together, why should exercise be any different?
Case in point, on this warm and sunny summer morning Brianna found herself in a new but increasingly familiar predicament as they jogged down the old trail. The pace was surprisingly sedate, Sofia seemingly content to take things easy as they followed the winding path of beaten earth into the woods, the blonde occasionally glancing over her shoulder to check on the blue-haired girl following a few paces behind, offering a tiny smile of encouragement each time she did even as the woman restlessly adjusted her grip on the leash she was holding. For her part Brianna found the older woman’s reactions a little amusing, even as the care she could see in those brilliant blue eyes warmed her heart. They had departed a bit later than usual this morning, the sun having long since crested the horizon though it remained low enough in the sky that the false twilight of the forest canopy kept the growing heat of August at bay. The reason for that was simple enough, it had taken a bit longer than usual to get ready on this particular morning. For the most part Brianna was used to jogging topless, often wearing little more than a favorite pair of tights and some running shoes, usually with her arms bound tightly and any one of a dozen different gags shoved into her mouth. Indeed, exercising in bondage was simply such an ingrained part of the routine that those few times she had worked out by herself and unencumbered felt strange, almost unnatural. While certainly bound, today was somewhat unusual as the blue-haired girl was completely naked, not even her chastity belt locked in place to protect what was left of her modesty.
Compared to some of the things she had worn, or perhaps not worn, on her morning jogs it was only a tiny step but it still felt profound, a familiar and heady mix of arousal, embarrassment and sheer sexual thrill coursing through her veins as she felt the breeze on her skin. A sensation very much not helped by the familiar sight of Sofia’s toned and barely covered form less than a half dozen paces in front of her, the blonde’s tight shorts showing off her incredibly shapely ass while her matching sports bra struggled mightily to contain her heaving bosom. But what really managed to push Brianna over the edge, what truly excited her on such a deep level that she honestly had trouble containing herself, were the accessories she was locked into. A brand new monoglove, the fine leather as soft as butter, wrenched her arms helplessly behind her back and forced them into a perfectly straight line down her spine, the straps so tight in fact that her elbows actually touched. A position that would have been impossible for her to maintain for more than a few minutes once but now felt almost comfortable, the pressure on her arms a familiar and paradoxically freeing sensation. In place of the ball gags or panel gags or occasional ring gags that Brianna usually wore, the familiar harness of her new bridle was locked in place, the web of dark leather circling her head and holding a stainless steel bit firmly between her teeth. All of that was thrilling enough, but this morning Sofia had decided to make certain that there would be absolutely no confusion about what she had planned. Once she had been thoroughly bound and gagged, the blue-haired girl’s eyes had gone wide when her mistress had presented her with a new toy. A modestly large butt plug with a long, loose tail trailing from it that matched her hair color. She had no idea where they’d found that perfect shade of blue, but she absolutely loved it. And if that hadn’t been enough of a clue, once she had finished inserting the tail, much to Brianna’s delight, Sofia had then presented the bound girl with a pair of ankle boots, the soles sharply arched like the highest of high heels, terminating in an elegant hoof.
Ever since that first walk in the park not so long ago, ponyplay had become an increasingly large part of her ongoing bondage training though, thus far, it had mostly been limited to wearing her bridle or getting used to her new harness, along with practicing her steps around the house and learning to respond to commands. The combination of being bound helplessly and commanded like an animal was an incredibly arousing and surprisingly enjoyable experience. Of course, Brianna knew that she had yet to find a form of bondage she didn’t enjoy, but it was still a fascinating experience, made more so by the fact that, on those occasions when Claudia visited, the tattooed girl was usually strapped up in her own bitchsuit and put through her paces at the blue-haired girl’s side. In her mind she’d often compared Claudia to a cat, but it was honestly funny how quickly the other girl had managed to adapt, crawling about with a shockingly sinuous grace, twisting herself into seemingly impossible positions as she sprawled across their mistresses’ laps and purring as they stroked her spine. To say nothing of the things that the pale, tattooed girl could do with that wickedly pierced tongue as she arched her back and… Shaking her head, Brianna pushed that thought out of her mind to try and focus on the present even as she found herself keenly missing her girlfriend’s presence. Whatever the case may be, as much as she had enjoyed her pony training thus far it had felt like a tentative exploration, a testing of the waters as it were. As much as she appreciated her mistresses willingness to let her move at her own pace as she explored this new facet of herself, this morning when she’d felt Sofia begin to lace the boots onto her feet the moment had felt so utterly profound.
It was… it was absolutely wonderful.
Even the feeling of perspiration beading on her skin, amplified by the humidity in the air, and the slight strain in her legs from her over-exaggerated steps couldn’t bring her mood down. It was honestly kind of shocking just how easy and smooth it now felt to jog, or rather trot she supposed, like this. Unlike that first, tentative run in the park she didn’t really have to think all that much about each step or focus on lifting her knees just right. Even at the much faster pace that Sofia was setting this morning it all just seemed to come together seamlessly. Only now could she fully appreciate the slow and deliberate repetitions that Roxanna had put her through again and again as she was marched around the house in what felt like endless parades, the touch of the crop quick to correct her. The flush of exertion already painting her skin darkened slightly as Brianna realized that she actually missed the gentle encouragement of being cropped, the phantom sensations of leather striking her bare backside bringing about a soft rush of arousal as the blue-haired girl pondered what that said about her. Grinning faintly around the bit as she once more allowed herself to drink in the sight of Sofia’s perfect body, the pulse of arousal between her legs only amplified by the way the tail she was wearing swayed behind her with each step, the plug it was attached to shifting and moving in a maddening rhythm, Brianna decided that she really didn’t mind all that much. This was simply who she was. Drifting in those pleasant thoughts, mind wandering as her body continued to move on autopilot, the blue-haired girl simply allowed herself to enjoy the experience. The rush of leaves as they darted through the forest, the dappled patterns of sunlight that broke through the canopy to paint wild patterns upon the earth, the surprisingly satisfying *thump* of her ‘hooves’ striking the dirt with each step, and even the sensation of her long hair tied in a high ponytail bobbing up and down in the same rhythm as her body. Once you learned to push past the initial strain and simply revel in the soft burn of exertion, losing yourself in the rush of endorphins and adrenaline that followed, exercise could be surprisingly relaxing as you just let go and allowed yourself to move without thinking. It was in moments like this that the blue-haired girl could fully understand why her mistress enjoyed it so much, beyond the obvious benefits sculpted upon her sleek and athletic body.
In that pleasantly disconnected state time seemed to fly and before she knew it they approached their destination, Sofia gradually slowing the pace as they rounded a particularly dense clump of trees and crested a small rise to reveal the beautiful and achingly familiar glade beyond. No matter how many times she had seen this particular sight, some part of Brianna hoped that she would never lose the sense of wonder that seemed to accompany it. Oh, on the surface it wasn’t anything truly special. Just a small clearing with a fallen, moss-covered log lain across it and cut in half by a meandering stream, its cold and clear water rushing past on a bed of smooth stones and filling the air with its soft music. It was beautiful of course, a little slice of something wild and untamed in the midst of suburbia, so different from the cookie-cutter lawns and gardens that lay just beyond the tree line, but it was more than that. Beyond the awe of the moment, the first time she had seen it Brianna had been struck by how profound it felt to be taken to this place, as if she were being let into a secret that Sofia kept locked safely in her heart. As if the blonde was trusting her with something truly special. A feeling only amplified by the sheer amount of pleasure that she and her mistress had shared here, tucked away safely in their own little world. As if sensing that turn of thought, Sofia glanced over her shoulder as they finally came to a stop and offered the blue-haired girl a brilliant smile before turning and placing a hand on her hip as she allowed brilliant azure eyes to roam over Brianna’s bound and naked body. Smiling as best she could in return, Brianna felt her face heat up again with a familiar flush of desire at the blonde’s appreciative gaze, excited by the trace of lust she could see in the athletic woman’s eyes. Possessed of the sudden urge to put on a show for her lover, the blue-haired girl shook her head a bit before scraping at the ground with a foot and nickering softly as best she could around the bit jammed between her teeth. It was entirely spur of the moment, nothing she had ever done before, but feeling inspired by how easily Claudia had taken to petplay, the blue-haired girl thought it appropriate. And the way Sofia’s smile widened made it all worth it. Watching as the older woman stepped closer, Brianna instinctively ducked her head as her mistress reached out and began to run her fingers through the bound girl’s bright blue hair, gently massaging her plaything’s sensitive scalp with short-trimmed nails. Sighing in delight at the sensations she pressed her head against her mistress’s touch and idly scraped at the ground again before allowing her eyes to slide closed.
“Good girl.” Sofia murmured as she continued to stroke the bound girl’s hair, “Such a good girl.”
Moaning softly at that touch, Brianna decided to take a risk and stepped closer, pressing her naked body against her mistress’s own mostly bare skin, molding herself against the older woman’s impressive curves and taking a deep breath of her intoxicating scent. Feeling a strong arm circle her waist and pull her close as a calloused hand rubbed circles on the small of her back, the blue-haired girl managed a soft whinny of approval.
Unable to completely hide the amusement in her voice, Sofia smiled softly, “You have done very well today, devushka, so very well.”
Breaking character ever so slightly, Brianna moaned out a response, “Phhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.”
“Your form was excellent, even though we went much quicker than before.” the blonde continued, still embracing the smaller girl, “Would you like a reward for all of your hard work?”
Perking up instantly, Brianna straightened up in her mistress's grip and nodded firmly, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph! Phhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph!”
“Such enthusiasm.” Sofia mused with an amused chuckle before leaning in to whisper softly into the girl’s ear, “Close your eyes, devushka.”
Obeying instantly, Brianna practically trembled as she felt the hand stroking her hair withdraw just a moment before the arm circling her waist loosened and the older woman stepped back out of the embrace. Shivering a bit at the loss of warmth, and the sudden breeze that caressed her damp skin, the blue-haired girl bit down on her gag to try and stay still as she stood trapped in the darkness behind her eyelids. Heart hammering in her chest she waited and waited, wondering what her mistress would do and what sort of reward she had in mind, her body begging to be touched. It could not have been more than a moment, perhaps two, but soon enough she felt familiar, calloused fingers softly brush along the sensitive skin of her throat to caress the underside of her chin and the girl could not help but shiver again, moaning deep in her throat. Continuing her explorations quietly, Sofia allowed her fingers to glide along the edge of the blue-haired girl’s jaw and across her lower lip before gently placing her other hand on Brianna’s hip. Practically whimpering, muscles spun tight as she trembled with sheer want, the blue-haired girl had to bite down on her gag again when her mistress began to tease the sensitive skin over her ribs before tracing across her back and down the ridges of her spine in order to cup her ass. Jumping a bit when those strong fingers began to squeeze softly, she moaned again when a calloused thumb pressed against the cleft of her chin, forcing her to un-clench her jaw and prompting her to open her mouth as best she could. In truth, Brianna wasn’t sure what she was hoping would happen next, besides sex of course, but she was completely caught off guard when her mistress suddenly shoved a sugar cube into her mouth.
Eyes snapping open, Brianna stared at her mistress, a look of bewilderment on her face even as she instinctively bit down on her gag again, the sugar slowly dissolving on her tongue. For perhaps a moment Sofia managed to maintain the stoic expression she was wearing, but just as quickly her visage cracked as a sly smile slowly curled her lips and the faint sound of suppressed laughter rumbled in her chest. Brianna tried to glare, she really did, but with the bit in her mouth it came across as more of a pout than anything else and that only seemed to amuse her mistress more, the blonde’s laughter ringing throughout the glade like silver bells as she finally lost control. Despite it all Brianna slowly found her own expression shifting into a grin as well. Sofia really was beautiful when she laughed and, soon enough, both of them were giggling like schoolgirls. Eventually her mistress reached out and cupped the bound girl’s cheek, gently tracing the edges of the leather strap cutting across pale skin before leaning in to press a soft kiss to those helplessly gagged lips. Closing her eyes again Brianna leaned into that kiss, anticipation once more rising in her chest as Sofia stepped closer, so close in fact that the blue-haired girl could feel the heat of the other woman’s body on her skin, praying with every fiber of her being that her mistress would touch her in all the places she longed to be touched.
However, a moment later Sofia broke the kiss and tilted her head just enough that her warm breath tickled the blue-haired girl’s ear before whispering, “We should not tarry long, devushka. It is already getting late.”
Whining softly as she was left high and not so dry for the second time, Brianna stamped her foot in frustration but Sofia did not relent. Although the woman did offer a soft smile as she reached out to stroke the bound girl’s hair soothingly. Letting out a sigh as she felt herself begin to calm beneath that gentle touch, the blue-haired girl eventually bowed her head in acquiescence before muttering, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”
A fond expression on her face, and lips still quirked in an amused smile, Sofia cupped the shorter girl’s cheek and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head, “Good girl.”
Finding her own lips curling into a smile in response, Brianna managed a tiny nod only to jump slightly in surprise when her mistress used the leash as a makeshift whip to give a gentle swat across the ass. Moaning at the sudden contact, and blushing fiercely at her reaction, especially as Sofia’s smile instantly morphed into one of pure delight, the blue-haired girl tried to look away but the hand still on her cheek held her firmly in place. Face still burning, the blue-haired girl squirmed a bit, pressing her thighs together in some vain attempt to hide the evidence of her growing arousal as her shoulders hunched. Her mistress had other plans, however. Withdrawing her hand, the blonde quickly tugged on the girl’s collar and an instant Brianna snapped to attention, back ramrod straight as she awaited the older woman’s command. Studying her bound captive for a moment, eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of the blue-haired girl’s naked form and fueling her blush even more, Sofia eventually offered a sharp nod of approval and, tugging on the leash again, set off down the path. For a split second Brianna stumbled along behind her, struggling to keep pace until she managed to slip back into the now familiar rhythm of a trot, obediently following her mistress and careful all the while to keep her knees high and her shoulders straight, just as she had been taught.
As was becoming tradition, Sofia’s pace was much less intense on their return, gently slowing as they went as a sort of cool-down phase, but given how strong the blonde was Brianna had long suspected that her mistress had adopted this particular strategy for her sake. Not that she didn’t appreciate it, of course, especially in those first few difficult weeks when even a modest jog had left her panting and wheezing and so red in the face that she looked practically sunburned. However, things had changed and she was surprised to discover that part of herself wanted to be pushed harder, to test her limits in new ways. After all, her legs no longer felt like jelly after a long run, and the burn in her muscles was more of a pleasant tingling than a painful stab even if she did very much look forward to the soothing massages her mistresses sometimes gave her. Even the high, over-exaggerated steps required for playing the part of a ponygirl didn’t feel particularly hard anymore though they were more challenging than jogging normally. No, as strange as the thought may have seemed to her once, as decidedly non-athletic as she had been and as much as her body was still a bit soft in places, Brianna was certain that she could do more. And that thought led her to wonder why Sofia seemed content to keep things at a lower level. Did her mistress not notice, or did she not want to push? Or was it, perhaps, that she was still treating all of this as more of a shared hobby rather than something more? In turn, the blue-haired girl could not help but wonder if that was what she wanted. As much as she appreciated the chance to share in something that Sofia clearly loved, and as much as it had become a habit even when they were not together, Brianna had never really considered the possibility of going further and yet… And yet, she did enjoy pushing her limits, or rather being forced to push her limits, and had also discovered that she enjoyed her newfound stamina and flexibility. It was something to consider, at the very least, and as her thoughts wandered the blue-haired girl resolved to talk to her mistresses about it and perhaps Claudia as well.
Distracted as she was, body on auto-pilot, Brianna was thus caught off guard when Sofia suddenly slowed to a stop, the blue-haired girl nearly running into her mistress before managing to halt just in time. If the blonde noticed her fumble she was kind enough not to say anything, merely stepping up to the fence surrounding 137 North Hickory Lane’s backyard and opening a familiar gate before stepping through. For a brief moment she pondered dropping character and walking normally. While her legs weren’t exactly tired, the high steps did pull her muscles in odd ways and a chance to rest them would be nice, but just as quickly she dismissed the idea. Walking normally in these boots was actually surprisingly difficult, far more awkward than she would have expected, and if she were being honest with herself Brianna really liked the way the graceful, if exaggerated, steps showed off the lines of her body. And so, blushing as she cantered along behind her mistress as they made the familiar trek through the garden and around the pool, the blue-haired girl was once again thankful for the tall privacy fence surrounding them, as always both excited and mortified by the thought of being seen in public, especially like this. Quickly enough they passed under the comforting shade of the porch's awning, Brianna’s boots clipping loudly against the concrete patio as Sofia led her right up to the large sliding glass doors to the kitchen. From long experience the blue-haired girl knew to brace herself for the rush of cold that would follow as soon as they entered the house but even so she shivered and bit down on her gag to keep her teeth from chattering as conditioned air washed over her sweat-soaked skin and goosebumps rose across her entire body. That momentary discomfort was quickly forgotten, however, when the sound of eggs frying and the smell of toasting bread underlined by the heady aroma of freshly brewed coffee washed over her.
Those familiar scents dredged up the warmth of so many breakfasts shared here with the women she loved and had an immediate effect on Brianna as she felt herself relax, as if a tension she had not even been aware of was fleeing her body. Without a care in the world Sofia continued on, slipping past the kitchen table to where Roxanna was standing in front of the stove, back turned to them even though she must have heard the door opening. Pulled along behind the blonde by the leash still firmly held in the woman’s hand, Brianna had no choice but to follow as she watched her mistress creep up to the counter. Roxanna, for her part, seemed surprisingly animated this morning, spatula in hand as she tended to the omelet she was working on, an apron hastily thrown on over a form-fitting white blouse left untucked over a pair of dark khaki shorts that bared her legs and drew the eye the woven leather sandals she was wearing. Eyes following the twisting ivory lines of scars etched into the silky skin of the woman’s legs, much heavier on her right thigh, Brianna could also not help but be a little surprised. The other woman usually preferred to cover herself but at the same time the blue-haired girl realized that in the last few months Roxanna had grown more daring in that regard, baring her wounds to the world more and more often and if she was finally beginning to move past that particularly painful chapter in her life. Remembering well all the things that the olive-skinned woman had told her, especially how she had found strength in Brianna’s own growing sense of boldness in regards to both her body and her desires, the girl could not help but smile a bit. It was a nice feeling to think that she had been able to help her mistress in some small ways, to pay back in part all of the love and encouragement that they had given her and, if nothing else, she had always loved Roxanna’s legs and thought it a shame that the woman did not show them off more often. Combined with the way she had her hair twisted up today in a messy bun to keep it out of the way, a few stray strands falling about her face, her mistress looked absolutely beautiful as she stood there in the early morning light.
An appreciative smile curling her own lips, Sofia practically stalked up to her lover, bold as brass, and wrapped her arms around the olive-skinned woman’s waist, molding herself against Roxanna’s elegantly curved back and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, “Good morning, dorogoy.”
Roxanna did not immediately respond, but slowly relaxed in the blonde’s grip, subtly leaning back against the firm body pressed against her, “Good morning, stríngla. Back already?”
Smirking just a bit and leaning down to rest her chin on the other woman’s shoulder, Sofia hummed in agreement, “Indeed, and it is most fortunate that we are, for I find myself absolutely ravenous.”
Watching the display from a few feet away, still held in place by the leash about her neck, Brianna could not help but smile herself at that casual affection as well as blush just a bit at the deep and sensual inflection of Sofia’s voice, her intentions all too clear. Roxanna certainly realized as well and chuckled softly in response, twisting just enough in her lover’s grip to plant a tiny kiss on the blonde’s sinfully soft lips, “Well, we cannot have that, now can we?"
Craning her neck to plant a much more thorough kiss on the olive-skinned woman's own lips, Sofia’s grin became positively vulpine, “You are so good to me, dorogoy.”
“Do not forget it.” Roxanna quipped with a tiny grin before glancing past the blonde’s shoulder to favor Brianna’s with a much warmer smile, “And did the two of you have a good run this morning?”
Blushing a bit beneath the attention, Brianna nodded, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”
Twisting to hold her lover in a sidelong embrace, Sophia twisting to stand at her side and grinned easily at the blue-haired girl, “Yes, she is a lovely mare, and very obedient, but still a bit wild and very, very horny.”
If anything Brianna’s blush only darkened, face going bright red but even so the corners of her lips quirked into a tiny smile around her bridle as she decided to take that as a compliment, “Phhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.”
“We shall have to do something about that, I suppose.” Roxanna mused, voice soft and warm and clearly amused, before wrinkling her nose somewhat dramatically, “But first the both you need to clean up.”
Sofia pouted playfully, “I take it back, dorogoy. You are a very cruel woman when you set your mind to it.”
With a tiny, half smile on her lips Roxanna offered the slightly taller woman a kiss on the cheek, “Shower now, stríngla. Reward later.”
“Your wish is my command.” Sofia eventually whispered as she tightened her embrace for a brief instant and placed a kiss of her own on Roxanna’s cheek before stepping away and giving Brianna’s leash a tug, “Come along, devushka.”
“Mmph, mnphphrmphph.” Brianna murmured as she obediently followed along, briefly casting her gaze at Roxanna and blushing faintly at the smile the olive-skinned woman offered before she turned her attention back to the stove.
Despite the awkwardness of it, the decorative boots she was wearing forcing her to step on her tiptoes as if she were wearing the highest of high heels, the blue-haired girl let herself relax and simply walked casually as she was led out of the kitchen and into the connecting hallway, opting to drop the more stylized trot she had been using earlier. Partly it was because she wanted to rest her legs, but mostly the girl feared that the aluminum strips riveted to the bottom of her faux hooves like horseshoes would damage the house’s wooden floors. Still, as she listened to the sharp sound of metal against tile as they crossed the kitchen, the bound girl was once again surprised at how easy it was to actually move. Despite having only worn high heels only a few times in her life, and never heels this high, and despite having her arms bound tightly, keeping her balance was almost shockingly simple. Partly it was practice of course, long experience with not being able to use her hands to steady herself, but partly it was the way the wide base of her boots provided a remarkable degree of stability, far more than the narrow toes of more traditional shoes would. As the sharp clicking of metal on ceramic gave way to the far more gentle, but still heavy sound of her feet striking wood Brianna happened to glance over her shoulder at the cavernous expanse of the living room.
For the most part the room was exactly as she remembered it, the couches and tables and bookshelves exactly where they had always been all watched over by a modest collection of paintings and the large brick fireplace, but something had changed this morning. Piled on the floor near the front door was a collection of suitcase and bags and even a trunk of all things ranging from newly purchased to obviously antique. The fruits of several days of packing and preparation for what was about to come. With summer beginning to wind to a close, both of her mistresses had suggested that they cap off the season with another trip. That had been exciting enough, of course, as the blue-haired girl well remembered the last vacation she had taken with her lovers. Of being cuddled up in the trunk of the car with Claudia, the two of them mummified and teased for days on end before the explosive release that had followed culminating in long bondage hike and a nude swim in the ocean before… Well, as a blush once again colored Brianna’s pale cheeks and the bound girl forced herself to look away from the waiting luggage and focus on her steps again she could not help but smile around her gag. The rest hardly bore mentioning. However, where things had truly gotten interesting were in the discussions that followed as the three of them bandied ideas about. Even looking back on it Brianna was a little surprised at her own boldness, but amidst the various idle thoughts and serious suggestions she’d proposed something a little more grand, a little more daring than a quiet week spent in an isolated cabin in the woods, enjoyable as that had been.
It had been little more than an idle thought at first, something she had simply blurted out in the moment, but she was aware through advertisements on some of the more… interesting websites she frequented that no more than a few hours away a small bondage convention was being held. Of course, Brianna had been peripherally aware of such things for years but had never really given them much thought. Some idle fantasies when she had been younger, wondering and dreaming at the sorts of things she might see in a place where all of her hidden desires would be on display, but nothing more than that. Once she had actually taken the plunge and begun her relationship with Sofia and Roxanna those fantasies had fallen by the wayside in the face of the much more interesting reality that she was living. Still, she had remained intellectually aware of such things, glimpses of what seemed like a hidden world revealed in oblique references or the occasional picture that fueled more than a few dreams. However, ever since their date a few weeks past and Kiera’s suspiciously casual mention of ‘amateur nights’ at Delirium, along with an equally casual invitation to take the stage herself, those thoughts had begun to bubble to the surface again. More than once the blue-haired girl had caught herself wondering what it might be like to step into such a world, to stand in a place where hidden desires need not be hidden, where one could wear their kinks on their skin without fear or shame. It was an intoxicating thought, as delightful as it was daunting, that spoke to the increasingly bold exhibitionist thread woven within her. And so, with a blush on her face and without really thinking about it, she’d suggested perhaps that could be their vacation. She had been almost shocked with herself for even suggesting such a thing, but what had surprised the blue-haired girl was just how enthusiastic her mistresses had been.
By their own admission neither Sofia nor Roxanna had ever been to such a convention themselves, though much like their young lover, they were aware of such things. A bit of research had followed and within a few days a plan had solidified. They would leave early and spend a day exploring and settling in before retiring to the hotel to prepare for the main event. Truth be told Brianna almost felt like she was being dragged behind a whirlwind, for all that it had been her idea, but the enthusiasm was infectious and she could not say she didn’t like it. Honestly, it almost shocked the blue-haired girl just how much she wanted it now that the idea was out in the open, how much the gnawing thrill of what she was about to get herself into turned her on. Her mistresses had bound her tightly that night, as if inspired themselves, and the trio had made love roughly, almost fiercely to some of the most intense orgasms that Brianna could remember. Moreover, as the day of departure grew closer and closer a familiar feeling had settled into her stomach, that old sensation of butterflies swirling about within her. Excitement and trepidation mixed with impatience and enthusiasm, a cocktail of emotions that was hard to describe and yet left her feeling light on her feet, almost drunk really. Her only real regret, though, was that Claudia would not be able to share the experience with them. Although intrigued, and equally curious in the phone conversations they’d shared about the idea, the tattooed girl simply had not been able to find the time, too bogged down with work and other responsibilities to join this particular trip, much to the blue-haired girl’s disappointment, a part of her having very much hoped she could share this with all of her lovers. Still, that only made Brianna all the more determined to enjoy it enough for the both of them and, hopefully, take plenty of pictures.
A faint tug at her collar drew the bound girl out of those somewhat melancholic thoughts and, realizing that in her introspection she’d allowed herself to fall just a bit behind, quickly scrambled to catch up with Sofia’s long strides, though the blonde did not seem to notice or at least was willing to overlook the slip up. Thankfully it did not take more than another half dozen paces or so before they finally reached the familiar door to the bathroom and Brianna felt a growing sense of excitement tingle along her spine and settle between her legs where it joined the lingering heat left by their morning jog and Sofia’s cruel denial. If anything, experience had taught the blue-haired girl that on those occasions when she shared the shower with any, or more rarely all, of her lovers things tended to get very… intense in all the best ways and, if the smoldering gaze and almost lascivious grin that Sofia shot her as the taller woman looked over her shoulder was any indication today was going to be no different. Feeling a hand linger on her side as she was quickly ushered into the room, the sensation of calloused fingers brushing against sensitive skin only adding to the almost electric sense of anticipation in the air, Brianna watched as her mistress quickly closed the door behind them and then un-clipped the leash from her collar, tossing the leather strap aside almost casually. Breath catching in her throat, the blue-haired girl whimpered softly around her gag when she felt both of her mistress’s hands cup her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh in all the ways that she loved. Taking advantage of her distraction, Sofia darted in to place a quick kiss on the tip of the bound girl’s nose then another at the corner of her mouth before nipping playfully at her lower lip. Eyes closed, and moaning at the unexpected feeling of her mistress’s teeth, Brianna was again caught off guard when the athletic woman suddenly lifted her up and practically shoved her against the counter until she found herself sitting on the edge of the sink, feet just barely touching the floor. Blinking in surprise, and offering a curious gaze, Brianna could do nothing but watch as Sofia grinned and leaned forward to press a much harder kiss to her lips around the gag.
Leaning into that kiss, the blue-haired girl felt her eyes flutter closed again and another moan escape her as she felt the other woman’s lips practically brand a path down her throat and across her chest, lingering between her breasts just long enough to make her already hard nipples ache to be touched. Grin never fading the blonde began to work her way even lower, holding Brianna’s hips tight to keep her still as she traced the curves of the girl’s ribs with her tongue before working down her stomach and planting a series of soft kisses down the blue roses tattooed down the lines of her pelvis. Gasping as she felt her mistress’s lips touch the sensitive skin right above her throbbing clit, then shivering when hot breath passed over her aching pussy, the blue-haired girl practically jumped in surprise even as she forced her legs as far apart as she could, hoping beyond hope that her mistress would drift just a little lower. Of course, as she had both feared and expected, it was not to be. Sofia offered one last kiss to the inside of the blue-haired girl’s thigh, eliciting another shiver, before pulling away and unlacing her boots. Slumping a bit, Brianna practically whimpered at the loss of contact but, trapped in a tightly drawn armbinder and thoroughly gagged she could do nothing but watch as her shoes were carefully slipped off one after the other. Letting out a much more contented sigh as her mistress began to rub her feet, Brianna curled her toes to work out some of the kinks, honestly surprised by just how comfortable the pony boots had been. Not something that she’d want to wear every day, of course, but despite comparing the sharp arch and tip-toed stance to high heels in her mind, walking around in hooves had been a strangely pleasant experience once she’d gotten used to the slightly awkward step.
Looking up from her work and smiling softly at the way the bound girl was moaning quietly in pleasure at her touch, Sofia uncoiled herself from her crouch and slowly stood to her full height. Allowing her hands to trace their way over Brianna’s sides, smile widening at the way the blue-haired girl giggled around her gag as fingers glided over the sensitive skin of her ribs, the blonde carefully reached up to caress the girl’s blushing face and card through her long blue hair. Wordlessly she began to unbuckle the bridle before finally pulling the bit from between her teeth. Almost instinctively Brianna licked her lips and worked her jaw back and forth, a habit she had picked up from long experience wearing ball gags, though in truth this gag was not nearly harsh enough to make her muscles cramp. However, when she glanced up at her mistress almost shyly Sofia gave her no chance to speak, quickly capturing her with a deep and probing kiss. Eagerly parting her lips and moaning loudly as the blonde’s long and skilled tongue probed her mouth, Brianna practically melted against the other woman’s body, reveling in the feeling of warm skin against her naked form and, especially, the sensation of full breasts pressed against her own modest bust. The kiss seemed to last an eternity though barely a moment or two passed before Sofia finally pulled away from the flushed and panting girl in her arms, smirking ever so slightly at the way Brianna whimpered and leaned forward, pursing her lips softly as she silently begged for more.
Instead, brushing a few strands of sweat soaked hair from the girl’s face, Sofia asked, “Feeling better, devushka?”
Swallowing to clear her throat and opening her eyes, Brianna offered a slight nod, though the faintest note of disappointment lingered in her voice, “Yes, mistress.”
“No need to pout.” Sofia soothed, an almost mischievous smile on her face as she reached up to cup the girl's cheek, “Would you like another sugar cube?”
For a moment Brianna looked confused, blinking owlishly as if she did not understand the question before a tiny scowl marred her expression. Then suddenly she smiled, arching her back coyly, almost seductively, “No thank you, mistress, but I would like something sweet.”
“Bold and beautiful,” Sofia declared with a laugh of delight, “There’s the pretty girl that tried to seduce me in my own garden.”
Although a faint blush colored Brianna’s cheeks at the memory, her smile never wavered as a touch of that boldness came to the fore, “No, mistress. There’s the girl that succeeded in seducing you in your own garden.”
Thrilled by the wordplay Sofia laughed softly, delightedly, before leaning in for another kiss, wrapping both of her arms around the blue-haired girl and allowing one of her hands to cup her ass again. For her part, Brianna once more leaned into that kiss, almost purring as her mistress fondled her, and eagerly parted her lips to invite the woman’s tongue one more time. And yet, despite a momentary twitch of that tongue, as if she were sorely tempted to accept the gift she was being offered, Sofia chose to break the kiss rather than deepen it.
“No time for that, devushka.” the woman whispered, voice breathy and strained as if she were struggling to hold herself back, “Breakfast is waiting.”
Despite a lingering hint of disappointment Brianna nodded, offering her mistress a faint smile, “Of course, mistress.”
Stepping back, Sofia helped the bound girl slide off the counter and back to her feet, a momentary shiver wracking her frame at the feeling of cool tile against heated skin. Regardless, her mistress’s hands quickly prompted her to turn around and, shuddering again as fingers ran down her spine, the blue-haired girl was forced to bite her lip to suppress a moan when that hand roamed over the generous curves of her ass and tugged on her tail with surprising force. Gasping as the plug pulled free from her body, Brianna shuddered again in pleasure at the sensation, feeling her pussy clench in sympathy as another moan escaped her throat. Tossing the tail into the sink, the clatter of stainless steel against porcelain drawing the bound girl out of her thoughts, Sofia reached up to brush Brianna’s hair aside and quickly began to loosen the straps of the girl’s armbinder one by one. Letting out a contented sigh as the skintight leather went slack, releasing the pressure on her shoulders, Brianna allowed her arms to fall to her sides before closing her eyes and reaching up to stretch, popping her spine as another relieved moan escaped her. Casually stepping up to her side, Sofia snaked an arm around the blue-haired girl’s waist and pulled her close before smiling faintly and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Returning that smile, Brianna bit her lip and leaned into the touch, resting her head on her mistress’s shoulder and spending a brief moment studying their reflection in the mirror. Compared to her own disheveled hair and the faint red lines the leather straps had left across her chest and face, Sofia looked almost picture perfect with barely a hint of their earlier exertions save for the faintest sheen of sweat still clinging to her tanned skin. It was almost enough to give a girl a complex, and yet she could not help but smile faintly at their reflections anyway. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, after all, and one thing she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt was that her lovers found her just as beautiful as she found them.
“Help me clean these, won’t you devushka?” Sofia asked softly after a moment.
“Of course, mistress,” the blue-haired girl readily agreed even if she was reluctant to move.
Despite that reluctance she did eventually straighten up and reach out to turn on the sink while Sofia retrieved some antibacterial soap from the medicine cabinet. Working together in silence, the two quickly scrubbed down the plug and the bridle bit, cleaning them thoroughly while also careful to keep the tail itself from getting wet. After setting them aside on a towel to dry, Brianna began the somewhat more complex process of cleaning and polishing the armbinder to ensure that her sweat didn’t damage the leather. Even so it was no more than the work of a few minutes and, as they finished, Sofia flashed another smile and turned to approach the shower, casually stripping off her workout clothes as she did and letting them flutter to the floor a piece at a time. Watching the display in the mirror, Brianna felt another faint blush spread across her cheekbones and a smile curl her lips. It was hard to say what Sofia’s best feature was, the woman had so many after all. Her silky smooth hair, her lightly bronzed skin, her easy smile and truly delightful laugh, to say nothing of those generous curves and the well-toned muscles beneath them. But, as much as she enjoyed pillowing her head against those generous breasts, or exploring the curves of that firm ass, if Brianna had to pick she would honestly say that the blonde’s strong shoulders and sculpted back were her favorite features by far and right now she had an amazing view of both, the sight of corded muscles shifting beneath satin-soft skin igniting a familiar bloom of heat between her legs. And, while she gave no real indication, Sofia must have known it too given the way she stretched and posed as she walked, swaying her hips in that casually seductive way of hers and bending over with deliberate slowness when she opened the shower and turned the water on.
Glancing over her shoulder with a smile, the blonde put on a deliberately seductive tone, “Join me, won’t you?”
Startled out of her not so subtle observations by that question, Brianna instantly turned to face the blonde and swallowed past the lump in her throat even as she nodded, trying and failing to keep the excitement from her voice, “Right away, mistress!”
Sofia just offered a knowing smile at that and the blue-haired girl felt herself blush, deeply this time. Folding the armbinder as quickly and carefully as she could, the need to keep her toys neat and tidy having been well trained into her at this point, Brianna set the bundle of leather down on the counter and practically leaped across the room to join her mistress. With another amused laugh, the athletic blonde caught her in an embrace and pulled the smaller girl’s body against her own before kissing her deeply. Melting into that embrace, and overjoyed to finally have her arms free so that she could return the gesture, the blue-haired girl just closed her eyes and felt as her mistress’s tongue explored her mouth and those strong, calloused hands roamed down her back to once more cup her ass. Indeed, she was so lost in those sensations that Brianna barely noticed she was being half carried, half dragged into the shower until the first spray of hot water washed over her body and interrupted the kiss, leaving her sputtering for air as Sofia closed the door behind them with a tiny, amused smile curling her lips. Before she could even think of responding, the blue-haired girl found herself gently turned around and moaned again when skilled fingers began to massage the knotted muscles in her shoulders and a pair of thumbs pressed against her spine, easing the tension that had settled between her shoulder blades. Biting her lip to strangle a soft cry as Sofia found a particularly sensitive pressure point, Brianna seemed to melt like a puppet with its strings cut, her entire body relaxing beneath the blonde’s tender attentions as a soft moan escaped her and she leaned back against the taller woman’s touch.
Taking a deep breath of the steam filled air, and still blushing from a combination of lingering heat and rising arousal, the blue-haired girl closed her eyes and asked, voice soft and almost tentative, “Mistress?”
“Yes, devushka?” Sofia responded instantly, never once ceasing her ministrations.
“May I wash your back, mistress?” Brianna ventured, biting her lip again, blush deepening, as she recalled her earlier observations of the blonde's body, particularly the way she stretched…
With a chuckle, Sofia shifted just enough to press her full breasts against the smaller girl’s back even as she leaned down to whisper a counter-offer, “Only if I can wash your front in return, devushka.”
This time Brianna utterly failed to contain herself, a shiver wracking her entire body as she moaned in delight at the very thought of those hands on her skin. A feeling made more intense by the memories of other times her mistress had touched her running through her mind. Even so she had enough wherewithal to nod faintly, voice strained with eager desire, “Yes, mistress. Please, mistress!”
With a quick kiss behind the blue-haired girl’s ear, Sofia pulled back and slowly disentangled herself from their embrace eliciting a tiny whimper from the smaller girl. Offering what she hoped was a comforting smile, the blonde retrieved a bottle of her favorite lilac scented body wash from the ornate wire rack hanging from the shower head and pressed it into Brianna’s hands before turning sharply and reaching up to pull her hair over her shoulder and out of the way.
“Well?” the older woman prompted, glancing back at her lover with an almost coy smile, “Do be thorough.”
Understanding the invitation well enough, and fighting back an eager grin despite her disappointment at no longer being held, Brianna nodded firmly, “Yes, mistress.”
Fumbling briefly with the bottle, she eventually managed to open the container and poured a measure of the pleasantly scented soap into her hand. Setting it aside quickly, the blue-haired girl paused for a moment, biting the corner of her lip before reaching out tentatively to touch the taller woman with almost reverent awe. Of course, it was hardly the first time she had touched her mistress. More than once she had massaged Sofia’s legs after a long day, something she had done for Roxanna as well come to think of it, and had been invited to help the woman apply suntan oil by the poolside from time to time on a lazy afternoon, but this felt different somehow. Far more often she was the one being touched, tied down to the bed and toyed with in all the ways she had come to love, the uncertainty provided by a blindfold and the gentle pressure of a gag only adding to the experience as her lovers ravished her body. Even thinking about it made her skin tingle, and blush deepen, remembering well all the different ways her lovers enjoyed playing with her. Roxanna’s soft, almost coy tracing of her stomach and thighs, delicate fingers teasing even more delicate skin, or the way Sofia’s strong hands regularly cupped and kneaded her ass as she wiggled and squirmed and moaned in delight, to say nothing of Claudia’s tendency to play with her breasts and nipple piercings, even using her chest as a pillow when the mood suited her. Each different, and each wonderful, but it was far too rare that she got the opportunity to return the favor. As she allowed her hands to run over Sofia’s back, scrubbing her silky smooth skin with deliberate slowness and allowing her fingers to explore every curve of the woman’s body from the ridges of her spine to the angles of her shoulder blades to the strong muscles running down to the small of her back the experience was almost divine, like worshiping at a pagan altar of bronze and gold.
She was being overly dramatic, she knew that, but as she continued to explore Sofia’s body, caught somewhere between washing and massaging the other woman’s back, Brianna could not bring herself to care. Perhaps she really did have an artistic soul. With a tiny smile on her face, the blue-haired girl resolved to concentrate on her work, allowing her hands to roam further and further afield, scrubbing her mistress’s ribs and down to her hips before tentatively washing those strong thighs and taking her own turn to caress that perfectly firm and wonderfully round ass. Feeling that soft, warm skin practically ripple beneath her touch was truly incredible and, given the way her mistress sighed and moaned softly beneath her attentions, it seemed that the blonde very much agreed. However, when she finally worked up the courage to go further, allowing her fingers to trace down the ridges of the blonde’s toned stomach, clearly seeking her cleanly shaved sex, Sofia reacted. Spinning around and breaking contact, eyes practically burning with lust, the woman grabbed Brianna by the shoulders and pushed her back against the shower wall. Gasping at the feeling of cold tile against her heated skin, the blue-haired girl barely had time to open her mouth before Sofia crushed their lips together, thrusting her tongue deep into the smaller girl’s mouth and practically sucking the breath from her as she deepened the kiss. Moaning loudly despite the insistent mouth on her own, Brianna desperately threw her arms around the taller woman, trying and failing to find purchase on slick skin even as she felt herself carried away by her mistress’s overwhelming passion. This was the Sofia she remembered. Bold and confident and dominant to her core, taking what she wanted but never pressing too far, the perfect mistress and the perfect foil to Roxanna’s gentler but no less insistent hand.
Brianna was panting as if she had just run a marathon by the time the kiss ended, only tentatively opening her eyes when she felt her mistress’s hands shift ever so slightly to adjust her grip. Looking up at the older woman, hazel eyes went wide at the practically feral grin on Sofia’s face, a shiver wracking her body that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature. Something seemed to spark in those brilliant, arctic blue eyes and Brianna suddenly found herself pulled away from the wall and shoved under the shower itself, the sudden spray of warm water washing over her body before her back was once again pressed against the wall. Already wildly aroused from this casual manhandling she moaned almost desperately when Sofia kissed her again, nipping at her lower lip and latching onto her pulse, sucking with enough force to leave a bruise on the girl’s pale skin. Once she had finished marking her prey, the blonde slowly lifted her head to nibble on the blue-haired girl’s earlobe before tracing the shell with her tongue, eliciting a shudder and a soft whimper.
“My turn, devushka,” the blonde practically growled, voice low and rumbling, thick with want and nearly animalistic in tone.
That voice alone was nearly enough to push her over the edge but Brianna found herself suddenly gasping in surprise when Sofia’s calloused hands were on her, gliding over her skin, exploring every curve and plane with insistent skill, as if she were a master sculptor seeking to carve the pale girl from stone, shape her from clay. The familiar scent of lilac overpowered the heady musk of arousal as her mistress began to wash heated body, though part of the blue-haired girl’s mind noted that this could probably only loosely be called washing given the way that her mistress lingered on her breasts, teasing and massaging those delicate mounds while pinching rock hard nipples and playing with her piercings, eliciting tiny whimpers and desperate moans with each touch. But, in that very moment, Brianna wanted nothing more than to be played with. Thankfully, by the time her breath grew harsh and her moans desperate, every twitch of her body begging for more, her mistress decided that enough was enough. Without warning Sofia struck, dropping a hand between the blue-haired girl’s thighs and thrusting a pair of fingers into her. Practically hissing at the way her plaything’s body tightened around her with almost crushing force, the blonde began thrust harder and faster into the silken heat of the blue-haired girl’s trembling sex. Eyes clenched shut and hands desperately seeking purchase against the walls, Brianna bit her lip and moaned, rocking her hips as she desperately rode her mistress’s fingers, each thrust pushing her closer and closer and closer to the release she so desperately craved. Still grinning almost ferally at the way the blue-haired girl squirmed and moaned and shuddered beneath her, feeling a heat rise between her own legs in response, Sofia began to twist and curl her fingers, striking all of Brianna’s most sensitive spots with every thrust even as she pressed the heel of her palm against the girl’s hard and aching clit, catching that delicate nub between her hand and the piercing driven through it.
Whatever semblance of self control she’d managed to maintain shattered against that relentless assault. Brianna’s breath caught in her throat for a brief instant before she shuddered uncontrollably, a deep and desperate moan tearing itself free from her throat even as she began to buck her hips wildly. So wildly in fact that Sofia actually leaned forward to pin the girl in place with the full weight of her body. Trapped and unable to do anything but endure that pleasurable assault, the blue-haired girl desperately threw her arm around her mistress’s body, nails leaving long, shallow scratches in their wake as spasms wracked her frame. Somehow sensing the exact moment her plaything would come undone, Sofia crushed their lips together in another achingly hard kiss as she thrust her tongue deep into that sweet and eager mouth, practically plunging down the blue-haired girl’s throat to silence her cries. It was too much, it was all too much, and in that instant Brianna finally came, her muscles clenching tight around her mistress’s fingers as her pussy quaked and her entire body rocked at the sheer force of her climax. Screeching in ecstasy as a rush of pleasure shot through her veins like molten metal Sofia only deepened the kiss, swallowing the blue-haired girl’s screams as she continued to thrust into that quaking body, just managing to tease out a second orgasm that made Brianna’s eyes roll up into her skull at the sheer intensity of the sensations assault her and left the poor girl practically convulsing within her mistress’s strong embrace.
Eventually though, Sofia relented, slowing the pace and the passion of her thrusts bit by bit until she finally withdrew her fingers from the blue-haired girl’s trembling form, eliciting another sharp moan and a shuddering gasp as she did. Breaking the kiss at the same instant the blonde just stood there for a moment, observing the girl with a thin and yet very satisfied smile as she panted and moaned and shivered, aftershocks assaulting her raw and hypersensitive nerves with little jolts of almost painful pleasure. Eventually, when her breathing began to even out and she tentatively opened her eyes, blinking away tears, Sofia leaned in and kissed her on the cheek softly.
“What do we say, devushka?” the blonde asked softly, a faintly teasing note in her voice as she tightened her embrace.
“Thank you.” Brianna managed to moan, voice a hoarse whisper from screaming, “Thank you, mistress.”
“Good girl.” Sofia practically purred as she gathered her companion up and pulled her away from the wall, keeping her arms around the girl’s waist the whole time in order to steady her, “Now, just leave the rest to me.”
Brianna managed a tiny nod but said nothing, just closed her eyes and stood silently beneath the warm spray of water from the shower head. Sofia was as good as her word and the next few moments flew by in a blur as the blonde finished washing her slave. Moaning in delight as strong fingers scrubbed her hair and massaged her scalp Brianna felt herself begin to drift away in the warm presence of her mistress, that sense of peace only amplified by the soft afterglow nestled within her loins and the gentle heat of the shower to say nothing of Sofia’s soft humming as the blonde sang to herself quietly, the words lost but the meaning clear enough to bring a smile to the blue-haired girl’s face. Indeed she wasn’t really aware of much of anything until the shower suddenly stopped and she found herself wrapped up in a warm and fluffy towel. Startled awake again by that sensation, Brianna instinctively took hold of the towel and smiled at her mistress in thanks, a smile that the blonde returned, before they both stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom itself, steam condensed on the mirror and hanging heavily in the air. A testament to just how long they had spent in the shower, a realization that made the blue-haired girl blush even as she smiled.
Still smiling, Brianna followed her mistress back over to the sink, slowly drying herself off and toweling as much water out of her hair as she could. Still silent, Sofia just cleaned the mirror off and began the familiar ritual of drying and brushing her hair before applying her makeup, a ritual that the blue-haired girl quickly joined. However, as she watched the blonde get ready for the day an idea suddenly popped into Brianna’s head and, biting her lip in momentary indecision, she glanced up at the older woman.
“Mistress?”
“Yes, devushka?” Sofia idly asked, her attention still locked on the mirror as she applied eye shadow.
“Thank you for… thank you for the orgasm,” the blue-haired girl managed, a familiar blush returning to her cheeks before pushing on, “May I please lick your pussy?”
That got Sofia’s attention and, quickly tearing her gaze from the mirror, locked eyes with the younger girl, a sly smile curled her lips. Reaching out she carded a hand through the girl’s silky blue-hair and brushed a thumb against her cheek, “Why devushka, if you wish you may always lick my pussy.” turning her hips and spreading her legs as she forced the girl down to her knees with gentle pressure the blonde continued, “But do be quick, I imagine Roxanna is already wondering what is taking so long.”
Brianna very much doubted that. Standing no more than a few paces away in the kitchen Roxanna must have heard everything they had done already. Moreover the olive-skinned woman had to know what her lovers got up to in the shower, she had participated herself more than a few times after all, but still the blue-haired girl understood the instructions clearly enough and nodded once before gently tilting her head to kiss her mistress’s nether lips. As the older woman sighed softly and wove her hands even more thoroughly into the kneeling girl’s hair, Brianna dared to reach up and take her mistress by the hips before helping herself to a handful of that gloriously tight ass. For a brief moment Sofia’s grip tightened on the girl’s hair, but she did not object, just letting out a low moan as a soft and deftly skilled tongue began to lap at her most sensitive flesh. Brianna grinned ever so slightly, as always amused and excited by the way her mistresses reacted to her touch and allowed herself to be guided by those marvelously pleasurable sounds as she explored the blonde, teasing the lips of her labia with slow and deliberate strokes before finally worshiping her clit. As soon as the tip of her tongue touched that sensitive nub Sofia gasped and twitched, shifting her hips to press her sex even more tightly against the blue-haired girl’s mouth, a silent command to keep going and a desperate plea not to stop all at once. As always a faithful slave, Brianna did as she was told, allowing her tongue to undulate tenderly as she massaged her mistress, slowly pushing the blonde to the edge as the assault on her clit grew more and more frenzied but never quite managed to push her over the edge. A soft whine echoing deep in her throat, Sofia began to pant faintly, muscles tensing as she began to grind her hips against the kneeling girl’s mouth, trying in vain to amplify the pleasurable sensations battering her throbbing pussy. It was only then when Brianna struck, wrapping her lips around her mistress’s clit, actually nipping that delicate nub with her teeth ever so slightly before sucking hard and flicking almost frantically with the tip of her tongue.
Intensely turned on by their little performance in the shower, and already on the verge of climax from the attentions of that wonderfully pleasurably tongue, Sofia was thrown over the edge almost instantly from the sheer furry of Brianna’s assault. Not that it was unexpected, after all that particular technique had long been the blue-haired girl’s preferred way to eat pussy. Tightening her grip on the older woman’s hips to try and hold her still as she came, even as the hands woven into her own hair constricted almost painfully, Brianna could not help but grin again as she her mistress howled, screaming in absolute ecstasy as the throes of orgasm took her. The blonde’s scent strong in her nose as she eagerly lapped up the woman’s fluids, the familiar taste of her a delight all its own, the blue-haired girl managed to shift her head just enough to plunge her tongue into that quaking body. Moaning herself at the feeling of Sofia’s strong muscles clenching and throbbing around her as she thrust deep, Brianna lapped at the slick, silken heat of the blonde’s body, seeking out all of her most sensitive spots with a skill born of much practice and almost effortlessly pushing her over the edge again.
Shrieking in delight, Sofia threw back her head with a cry, arching her spine in a demonstration of the sort of insane flexibility that she was known for when the mood suited her. Practically wrenching Brianna’s mouth from her body, breath little more than a series of ragged pants as aftershocks bombarded her trembling body, the blonde practically fell to her knees, putting herself face to face with her slave. Looking up into the kneeling girl’s hazed eyes she managed a brief smile and brought their lips together for one last kiss. Closing her eyes, Brianna went lip and allowed herself to be taken, melting into her mistress’s passion as she often did and letting the heat of the other woman’s kiss wash over her. And yet it was strangely soft. Even as she allowed the blonde’s tongue into her mouth, wordlessly yielded to her mistress’s explorations, it almost surprised her how gentle the kiss was. Rather than the usual, crushing passion that Sofia usually displayed when claiming her lips, this was warm and gentle and almost soothing. A silent thanks, an affirmation rather than brand. It was… it was sweet and Brianna actually felt her eyes water just a little as she realized that.
Gently stroking the girl’s long, blue hair back into some semblance of order, Sofia paused just long enough to kiss away those tears before gently cupping Brianna’s face with her free hand. A tiny, comforting smile on her own face, the blonde began to caress her lover’s cheek and leaned in to press a brief, playful kiss to the tip of her nose before finally helping the girl back to her feet. Skin still slightly flushed from her exertions, and the lingering arousal of her mistress’s cries still echoing in her ears, to say nothing of the woman’s taste on her tongue, Brianna found herself returning that smile as she allowed herself to be guided up off the floor. Wincing ever so slightly as feeling returned to her legs, muscles protesting the sudden movement after having been crouched down for so long, the blue-haired girl waved away the slight look of concern on her mistress’s face by perching up on her tiptoes and giving her a soft, almost chaste kiss on the lips. Grinning at that, Sofia nodded and in the comfortable silence that followed, the fading mists of the shower surrounding them, the pair finished getting ready. Quickly washing her face, somewhat reluctantly scrubbing away the last traces of her mistress’s passion, Brianna carefully began to apply a light coat of makeup, darkening around her hazel eyes and evening out her cheeks. Just as she was debating whether or not to use lipstick this morning, or opt for simple lip gloss instead, a pair of arms circled her waist and gently held her close.
“Mistress?” she asked softly, glancing up at the taller woman with a curious look.
With a familiar soft and almost teasing smile on her face, Sofia tightened her grip and leaned down just enough to rest her chin on the girl’s shoulder, “I have a surprise for you, devushka. Now, close your eyes and spread your legs.”
Feeling a jolt of pleasure at those words, and unable to keep a grin from her own face, Brianna nodded enthusiastically and closed her eyes, “Yes, mistress!”
For a moment nothing seemed to happen even as anticipation built within Brianna’s core, the blue-haired girl practically vibrating in place as she imagined what her mistress was about to do to her. Thus she was caught off guard, even so slightly, when the embrace she was caught within loosened and that warm, perfectly curved body pulled away from her back, but still she kept her eyes closed. Therefore, it was something of a shock when she suddenly felt cool metal against heated skin as the familiar band of her chastity belt was slipped around her waist. Gasping softly, and involuntarily perching up on her tiptoes again as if trying to get away as the rear cable settled into place and the primary shield was pressed against her sex, Brianna could not help but moan softly as the familiar click of a padlock sealed everything in place, pulling the metal tight against her body in an inescapable firm grip. It wasn’t really a surprise, of course, not with how often she ended up locked in chastity, but as she opened her eyes the blue-haired girl still shot her mistress a pleading look even as she reached down to run her fingers over the familiar metal bands and soft rubber lining. A ritual that had begun the very first time she had worn this belt and one that was now a habit so deeply ingrained that she was barely aware of herself doing it.
Unmoved by the silent plea in the younger girl’s eyes, Sofia gently scooped her plaything up in another hug and smiled at her in the mirror, “I will clean this up later, devushka. We she go before the food gets cold.”
With faux reluctance Brianna nodded, “Yes, mistress.”
Chuckling softly, setting her chest to rumble against the blue-haired girl’s back, Sofia pressed another kiss to that pale cheek before stepping back just enough to begin walking for the door, still as naked as the day she was born. Fighting down the urge to follow the lines of that perfect body with her eyes, Brianna quickly put on some lip gloss, figuring that she was probably going to be gagged soon anyway so there really was not much point in actually painting her lips when it would just smear. Finished with that task, and giving her hair a quick once over in the mirror, she quickly followed her mistress out into the hall and back towards the kitchen. As expected Roxanna had finished cooking by this point, the olive-skinned woman now divested of her apron and sitting at the table sipping a cup of tea. Around her the table had been meticulously set, eggs and toast plated while a small pitcher of juice and a pot of coffee sat steaming at the center of it all. The smells lingering in the air were wonderful and Brianna felt herself blush softly when her stomach growled, a blush that only darkened when Roxanna looked up from her tea with a knowing smile, those deep brown eyes eagerly roaming over the blue-haired girl’s nearly naked body as she did.
“Welcome back, my dears,” the olive-skinned woman greeted, “I was beginning to worry that the two of you had gotten lost.”
As casual as could be, completely unconcerned with her own nudity, Sofia crossed the room and slipped behind Roxanna’s chair to fold her lover in a loose embrace, “My deepest apologies, dorogoy.”
Reaching up to clasp one of the hands resting on her shoulder, a soft smile curled Roxanna’s lips as the woman shook her head, a familiar expression of fond exasperation plainly written on her face, "I am certain you can make it up to me later. Now sit, both of you, and eat before it goes to waste.”
A wicked smile suddenly curling her lips, Sofia glanced in the blue-haired girl’s direction as she stood to her full height, “Your wish is my command. Though I did let Brianna have a small… snack first. I do hope you can forgive me?”
Freezing as she sat in one of the chairs herself, Brianna felt her face go beet red at that pronouncement, but even so she could not help but smile just a bit, glancing up at Roxanna as she opted to play along, “Sorry, mistress.”
If anything the olive-skinned woman seemed amused, shaking her head again at her lovers’ antics, “I am sure it will be fine, korítsi.” She paused for a moment to take another sip of tea before spearing the girl with a look over the rim of her cup, “Finish your breakfast and I may let you have some dessert.”
Face still blazing, Brianna looked down, suddenly finding the act of buttering her toast extremely fascinating even as Sofia laughed in delight and took her own seat, the blonde immediately pouring herself a cup of coffee as she did. Helping herself to a glass of orange juice at the same time, Brianna took a sip, relishing the refreshing tartness before carefully picking up a knife and fork all the while resisting the urge to dig into her omelet with abandon. It was a testament to just how good a cook Roxanna actually was that even a simple dish like this was so remarkable, the egg fluffy and perfectly cooked while the peppers and onions within retained a hint of pleasant crunch. But for all the familiarity there was a touch of the exotic as well, a strange but delightful tang from the cheese, some blend she had never heard of before, and the layer of sauteed mushroom and tomatoes laid out on top. More than that, the blue-haired girl could not help but take a little pride in the fact that most of these vegetables had come from their garden, a garden that she had poured her own sweat and tears into alongside Sofia. It was not something she had ever really considered before living here, but there was a certain satisfaction in knowing that you’d had a hand in making something and then being able to reap the rewards of that hard work. Not so dissimilar to the feeling she got when working on a drawing, or the glow of satisfaction Sofia often wore after a hard day of work and the tiny smile that Roxanna sported after completing a particularly weighty lesson. A feeling of accomplishment.
It was a nice feeling.
As she ruminated, breakfast passed largely in silence, her mistresses chatting briefly about their upcoming trip, discussing mundane things like road conditions and hotel reservations amid the sounds of knives scraping at toast and silverware clattering against dishes. For her part Brianna sat quietly and listened as she ate, that growing sense of excitement she had been feeling all week slowly building toward a crescendo as the moment of departure grew steadily closer. Indeed, she was so caught up in everything that before she knew it her plate was empty, the girl almost blinking in surprise. The pleasantly full feeling in her stomach confirmed it, but honestly she barely remembered eating. Roxanna saved her from any further embarrassment by taking the empty plate and stacking it on top of her own before slowly and carefully standing from the table.
Flashing a brief, comforting smile, the olive-skinned woman patted her on the shoulder, “Why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed, korítsi? Sofia and I will take care of this while you get the rest of your things.”
Brianna nodded faintly even as she managed to return that smile, “Thank you, mistress.”
Roxanna waved away the thanks and, with that, the blue-haired girl slipped out of her chair, briefly making eye contact with Sofia as she did. Flashing an encouraging smile of her own, the blonde winked playfully making Brianna blush again even as she felt herself smile in turn before turning away and quickly walking out of the kitchen. Idly listening to the sound of her bare feet padding across the hardwood flooring, she took the stairs two at a time and practically raced down the upstairs hall and back to her room, the door yawning open in silent invitation. Slipping back inside she instantly made her way over to the dresser and began to riffle through the drawers, looking for something appropriate to wear. Digging through her growing collection of lingerie Brianna briefly considered going without a bra but ultimately decided against it. She might not have been the most well-endowed girl but, unlike Claudia, she really couldn’t get away without some support. Besides that, fancy underwear had always made her feel sexy and, with the stainless steel thong she was already wearing, she felt like treating herself. Eventually settling on a lace-trimmed satin number in black, the blue-haired girl slipped the garment on over her shoulders and clasped it in the back, careful to make sure that the cups settled in place properly before moving on. From there she settled on a comfortable black skirt, one of her longer ones in fact with the hem slashing up at a diagonal from knee length on the left to just under mid-thigh on the right, followed by a pleasantly off-white shirt with a button-up v-neck and three-quarter length sleeves in a dark blue. A casual combination, but some part of her rather liked the idea of such simple clothes hiding the more… exotic fare underneath. Carefully unfolding the shirt and taking the hem in hand she was about to pull the garment over her head when her phone began to buzz, practically dancing across the surface of her desk as it vibrated intensely.
Frowning softly, Brianna tossed the clothes onto her bed and crossed over to her window, plucking her phone up off the desk and pulling it from the charger in the process. Quickly unlocking the screen she could not help but smile as her background came into view, a rather candid picture of Sofia in her fox form napping on the back of the couch as if she were a common dog, the photo snapped at just the right instant to catch her tail in mid-twitch. Looking past that she saw a message waiting for her and tapping the icon to bring up a text from Claudia of all people. Curious as to what the other girl might want she enlarged the message and quickly scanned it.
‘You on the road yet?’ it read, in plain black and white.
Leaning over her desk and pulling the curtain aside, Brianna could see that Sofia had apparently managed to dress already and was loading luggage into the car while Roxanna helped. Turning back to her phone she typed, ‘Getting the car ready now.’
The response was almost instantaneous, ‘Late start this morning.’
A smile curling her lips, Brianna shot back, ‘We had a late night.’
‘Such a tease.’ Claudia shot back, ‘You’re killing me here.’
Expression suddenly turning devious, Brianna quickly stepped over to the full length mirror in the corner of her room. Taking a moment to tease her hair just a bit she twisted her shoulders and placed a hand on her hip to strike a pose, biting her lip and adjusting her posture until she got just the right look before snapping a picture of herself. That devious grin returning, she quickly sent that picture along with a short message, ‘How about now?’
‘You’re not invited to the funeral.’ came the reply followed quickly by another, ‘I really wish I was there with you.’
‘So do I.’ Brianna answered honestly, ‘But I promise we’ll take plenty of pictures.’
‘You’d better.’ Claudia shot back, the blue-haired girl almost certain she could see the pout on the other girl’s face, ‘Think I’ll need to pick up some batteries after work though. I have a feeling that my vibrators and I gonna get to know each other really well this weekend.’
It was Brianna’s turn to blush, ‘Now who’s the tease?’
‘Still you.’ Claudia answered, pausing briefly before typing again, ‘Be safe, okay?’
‘We will.’ Brianna assured before glancing out the window again, ‘I have to go, talk to you soon.’
Claudia seemed to type and erase several different answers before finally settling on one, ‘Have a good trip!’
‘Thanks!’
Shutting off the screen and momentarily hugging the phone to her chest, Brianna could not help but smile again even if there was a trace of melancholy beneath it. It really was a shame that Claudia couldn’t share this with her. As bold and as outgoing as the slender girl could be a bondage convention sounded like something right up her alley. More than that, speaking to a thin layer of nervousness bubbling beneath the surface of her excitement, part of her would have felt a lot better to have the tattooed girl at her side. There was just something about Claudia that seemed to bring out her own daring side and make all of her worries fade away. Smile softening at that, the blue-haired girl shook herself loose from those thoughts and quickly turned back to the bed to get dressed. Gathering up her things she quickly wrapped the skirt around her waist, arranging the cloth to make certain that her chastity belt was well hidden before twirling a bit to test her range of motion and enjoy the feeling of the soft fabric against her bare legs. One of her favorite parts about wearing skirts, actually. Pulling the shirt over her head next in one motion Brianna briefly toyed with the idea of tucking it in before deciding she liked it better loose. Smoothing out a few wrinkles in the fabric and adjusting the sleeves, the blue-haired girl glanced into her mirror and smiled slightly at her reflection. Her lovers had told her more than once that her legs were her best feature and this outfit, as simple as it was, definitely managed to draw the eye to the curve of her hips, to say nothing of the way the shirt’s v-neck framed her modest cleavage. Especially when left unbuttoned to expose just a hint of the dark bra beneath. Nodding to herself, the girl quickly crossed over to her closet and threw open the door to scan through her modest collection of shoes, eventually settling on a sleek pair of calf boots made of sinfully soft suede with modest heels. Stepping into the boots one after another and zipping them up tight, she spared another moment to admire the way they looked on her. Only then did the blue-haired girl return to her desk to pack the last of her things. Mostly odds and ends like her favorite hairbrushes, some extra toiletries and a few choice… toys that she kept on hand for when needed. Eventually deciding to grab a small sketchbook and some pencils in case inspiration should strike alongside her phone and, of course, its charger, Brianna gave her room a quick once over to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything before slinging the bag over her shoulder at last.
With the satisfying click of heels against the wooden floor, the blue-haired girl made her way down the hall as quickly as she dared and practically raced down stairs, mindful of her shoes and careful to keep a tight grip on the banister in case she should lose her footing in all the excitement. Stepping onto the lower landing, the blue-haired girl briefly glanced into the kitchen to find the room sitting dark and empty, the curtains having been pulled tight over the windows and patio door to block even the faintest trace of sunlight while the table had been spotlessly cleaned. In fact, if not for the pile of dishes sitting in the sink she could have almost have believed breakfast had been nothing but a daydream. Smiling almost ruefully and shaking her head in amusement at that thought, Brianna turned away from the sight and, feeling the butterflies in her stomach once more taking flight as anticipation of what was to come grew, crossed into the living room. Finding it equally empty, though not quite as dark, the blue-haired girl quickly crossed to the front door, resisting the urge to run her finger along the mantle as she passed by the fireplace. Finding that the small pile of luggage sitting there earlier had been reduced to a lone suitcase, she scooped it up without hesitation before slipping out onto the porch and into the rising heat of the day, thankful for the shade of the veranda as the clear blue skies offered no impediment to the sun.
Pausing long enough to dig her keys out of her purse and lock the door, some part of her still a little giddy at actually having keys, a tiny thing to be sure but one more tangible bit of proof that this house really was her home now as well. Finally turning to face the front yard Brianna caught sight of her mistresses, Roxanna standing behind their car and loading the last few bags into the trunk while Sofia leaned down under the open hood to check the oil, the pose offering a wonderful view of the blonde’s curves clad as she was in a tight pair of faded jeans and a sleek black top with spaghetti straps. A look that certainly suited the woman and drew the eye to those marvelous shoulders. With a grin, Brianna readjusted her grip on her duffle bag and climbed down off the porch, walking down the sidewalk at a swift pace and making a beeline for the car. Engrossed in her task Sofia did not seem to notice her approach but Roxanna, eyes drawn to the movement, glanced in her direction and flashed a smile of her own. Stepping up to the olive-skinned woman’s side, the blue-haired girl set the suitcase she was carrying down and reached out to embrace her mistress, a gesture that she accepted without hesitation.
“Sorry it took so long, mistress.” she offered.
"Think nothing of it, korítsi." Roxanna assured, amusement twinkling in her deep brown eyes before her smile sharpened ever so slightly, “But I do not think you will be getting any dessert after all.”
Having honestly forgotten about that, Brianna's face heated up a little even as she put on a pout, “Please mistress?”
“Maybe later, korítsi.” Roxanna answered, lips twitching ever so slightly as she suppressed a laugh, “If you are a good girl.”
“Yes, mistress.” Brianna returned with a nod, a tiny smile tugging at her own lips.
With a tiny nod Roxanna picked up the suitcase and carefully tucked it away with all the others as Brianna slipped the bag from her shoulder and did the same. Slamming the trunk lid down the olive-skinned woman suddenly looked to her left and smiled again, “So. Shall we be off then?”
The unexpected sound of the hood being slammed shut at almost the same moment drew the blue-haired girl’s attention before she could answer that question. Cleaning her hands with a rag, Sofia slowly walked around to the driver’s side of the case, “That should be everything, my dears.”
Still smiling, Brianna nodded then glanced at Roxanna, still very much in an odd mood, “I call shotgun.”
Laughing softly under her breath Roxanna just shook her head, “Sofia has been a terrible influence on you, korítsi.”
Brianna just grinned, she could hardly deny the accusation after all.
“Oh very well.” Roxanna conceded with an overly dramatic and definitely put upon sigh, “I have been meaning to catch up on my reading anyway.”
“Thank you, mistress!” Brianna replied enthusiastically.
Shaking her head again, more than a little amused by the situation, Roxanna reached out and wrapped an arm around the blue-haired girl’s waist before gently guiding her across the driveway to the other side of the car. Leaning slightly into the olive-skinned woman’s body Brianna offered no resistance, thankful for the distraction as she allowed herself to be led, though she did eventually break free from her mistress’s half embrace to open up the car’s rear door for her. Standing aside and offering a hand, she smiled again when the older woman bowed her head ever so slightly in acknowledgment of the gesture and reached out to twine their fingers together. As always the feeling of Roxanna’s smooth, warm skin and her slender fingers was very pleasant. Squeezing gently in a silent gesture of thanks, the olive-skinned woman climbed into the backseat of the car somewhat stiffly.. Shifting around a bit as she struggled to find a comfortable position, eventually Roxanna fastened her seat belt and settled back against the cushions. Once she was confident that her mistress was comfortable in her repose, Brianna closed the door carefully behind her and moved to climb into the front seat, mindful of her chastity belt and careful the whole time not to move too quickly lest the waistband press painfully into her skin, before fasting her own seat belt.
Settling in behind the steer wheel Sofia glanced over at the blue-haired girl, grinning broadly as she stepped down on the clutch and shifted the car into her reverse, “Ready, devushka?”
Brianna nodded firmly, “Ready, mistress.”
Smiling widening ever so slightly, Sofia glanced into the rear view mirror to catch Roxanna’s attention, “And you, dorogoy? Comfortable back there?”
“Do not worry about me, stríngla.” the olive-skinned woman assured with a tiny smile of her own, “The view from back here is lovely.”
Retrieving her sunglasses and slipping them on with a grin, Sofia turned in her seat to look out the back window, “Then let us be about it, as they used to say.”
With a skill born of much practice the blonde smoothly backed the car out of the driveway and executed a quick turn before throwing it into gear and taking off down the street. This time, however, rather than heading past the woods and out toward the bus stop, the usual route that Brianna took when returning to school, and the route they usually took when heading into town for their various adventures, this time they traveled in the opposite direction, deeper into the subdivision to reach the highway on the far side of it. Hardly an unfamiliar trip, of course. Brianna could well remember dozens of family vacations taken over the years, her father driving this way as they headed for the interstate, but somehow it still felt significant. A break from the ordinary, a passage into the unknown of a grand adventure just beginning. She could not help but smile at that, the sense of excitement she had been feeling earlier returning full force as the butterflies in her stomach made themselves known once more. Biting her lip and letting out a breath she hadn’t even realized she has been holding, Brianna eventually collapsed back into her seat, shifting to try and find a comfortable spot before casting her gaze out the window to watch the world go by, familiar houses speeding past one by one as they slowly left the neighborhood. None of it was terribly interesting, but even so a smile suddenly curled the blue-haired girl’s lips when they passed by the familiar open expanse of the neighborhood park. As soon as her eyes fell on the lines of trees and the tangle of playground equipment in the center, memories of childhood joy blended with recollections of her little confession to Sofia there at the beginning of summer. Of walking back home arm in arm with the blonde, of kissing her in public for the first time and honestly not caring who saw. It had been such an incredible feeling. Freeing in a way that was hard to describe.
There were times when Brianna actually wondered what sort of rumors had to be circulating about her and her mistresses. After all, since that little walk she had grown increasingly comfortable with both herself and her relationships. In turn, she had also grown increasingly bold with the public displays of affection she indulged in with all of her girlfriends. Besides that it was hardly a secret that she had moved into 137 North Hickory Lane, the longtime residence of a pair of somewhat eccentric lesbian lovers. Lovers who, in addition to being affectionate with each other and their new… guest, were occasionally visited by yet another young woman from time to time. Oh yes, she could very well imagine all the things that were being said and it brought another smile to her face to think back on all the wild schoolyard rumors that she’d engaged in once upon a time. It almost made her laugh to realize just how many of those wild stories were actually true, or at least had a grain of truth in them, and she could not help but wonder how she fit into the new tales doubtlessly being told. After all, only the truly blind would be unable to tell that the three of them were in a relationship of some sort, but again she found herself not really caring. Of course part of that was because of how nonchalant her mistresses had always been about such things. The older women were hardly strangers to rumors and, if anything, they honestly seemed to find the whole thing amusing. But the pair had always seemingly marched to the beat of their own drum.
As she pondered those thoughts the car slowly rolled past the last of the neighborhood’s houses, leaving Hickory Lane behind and breaking out into the wilds beyond. A neat row of trees, planted as a windbreak, seemed to mark the edge of the subdivision with a stretch of heavily overgrown fields dotted with brush and spindly shrubs beyond. At some point the road arched over a narrow bridge, the waters of yet another branch of the stream Brianna knew so well passing underneath, and the land finally gave way to seemingly endless fields beyond. Nothing more than the occasional farmhouse or small clump of timber to break up the neatly planted rows of crops swaying in the wind. It was all quite familiar really, beautiful in its own way and certainly peaceful, but glancing out of the corner of her eye to watch Sofia drive, the blonde seemingly engrossed in her task, before tilted her head just enough to catch sight of Roxanna reading a book in the back seat Brianna resigned herself to a quiet trip. Not that she really minded, but some part of her buoyed by memories of previous trips taken with her mistresses had been hoping for something a bit more exciting.
However, just as she had settled in again to watch the world go by Brianna was taken by surprise when the car suddenly slowed as they approached a rather innocuous cluster of trees. Her curiosity only grew when Sofia suddenly turned off the main road and onto a small gravel drive, following that twisting path into the thicket of oak and maple trees beyond. Just as she was about to ask what was going on they rolled into a small clearing hidden from the road, a handful of old and worn picnic tables scattered around what looked like a faded information kiosk, weathered wood and flaking paint a testament to how long they had been here. Gently stopping in the center of the small gravel lot, Sofia carefully set the parking brake and killed the engine, leaving all three of them to sit in silence, nothing but the soft sound of wind blowing and the muffled chirp of birds to fill the air.
Looking around at the clearing, deeply confused and dreadfully curious, Brianna risked looking over at the blonde, “Mistress?”
A mischievous grin curled the blonde’s lip as Sofia slid her sunglasses down her nose just enough to expose her brilliant blue eyes, “Surprise, devushka.”
Feeling as if she had clearly missed something, and wondering if she had daydreamed through some important conversation earlier, Brianna just blinked, “Mistress, I… I don’t understand.”
Leaning around the edge of the front seat until she was practically whispering in the blue-haired girl’s ear, making her jump in surprise, Roxanna explained, “You see, korítsi, we had wanted to make the trip a little more… exciting.”
“Indeed.” Sofia agreed, grin shifting into something much more seductive, “But with our rapid, and rather public, departure it was simply not possible.”
“So my dear,” Roxanna continued, leaning in even closer until her breath was tickling the younger girl’s skin, “would you like to play?”
Biting her lip to suppress a moan, Brianna managed a tiny nod, voice little more than a breathy whisper, “Yes, mistress.”
“Good girl.” Roxanna whispered softly before she pressed a kiss to the back of the blue-haired girl’s neck.
Eyes fluttering closed as she moaned, this time totally unable to contain herself, Brianna was only barely aware of the driver’s door opening and Sofia climbing out, lost as she was in the delicately pleasurable sensation of Roxanna’s lips peppering her throat with kisses. Indeed, it was only the sudden click of her seat belt being unfastened and the sudden rush of air as her own door was opened that drew the blue-haired girl back into the moment. Smiling down at the display, Sofia reached in and gently took the girl by the shoulders and guided her out of the car and onto her feet, the modest heels of her boots digging into the weathered gravel underneath. Before she could even think to react, though, Brianna found herself swept up into a tight embrace as strong arms circled her body and a pair of soft lips found her own in a deep and insistent kiss, a probing tongue thrust into her mouth almost instantly. Moaning softly as she leaned into the blonde’s body, the blue-haired girl felt herself relax as she tried to return that embrace only to be caught off guard again when a pair of delicate, but surprisingly strong hands gripped her wrists tightly and held them firmly in place.
“It is alright, korítsi,” Roxanna soothed, “Just relax.”
Although unable to reply with her body pinned in place by Sofia’s arms and her mouth very much busy, Brianna shifted slightly and nodded as best she could, moaning softly as she let her arms go limp. Without comment Roxanna pressed a kiss to the back of the girl’s neck and carefully folded her arms behind her back. Careful not to resist Brianna still felt herself gasp softly into Sofia’s kiss, her mistress taking advantage of the opportunity to probe her mouth even more thoroughly, as her hands were drawn up between her shoulder blades. Soon thereafter a pair of softly padded cuffs were tightened around her wrists, locking her in a loose reverse-prayer position. One of the more strenuous ties she had ever endured and one that she had only recently begun serious training in. Roxanna, it seemed, was not satisfied with such a simple restraint however. A sleeve of soft white leather was suddenly drawn down the blue-haired girl’s forearms to her elbows, sealing her hands away and trapping her fingers. Slowly tightening the laces, the olive-skinned woman drew her slave’s arms together bit by bit but only enough to force her shoulders back ever so slightly, not wishing to push the girl too far considering how long they intended to leave her bound like this. Still not finished, however, a second and much larger sleeve of the same material was drawn up from the bottom, completely encasing the entirety of her arms in a neat package, numerous buckles and straps holding her snugly while a pair of belts draped over her shoulders to form a harness around her chest that locked everything in place and ensured she could not escape. Moaning again at the feeling of absolute helplessness that washed over her, Brianna instinctively tested her bonds, utterly powerless to free herself and incredibly turned on by that reality.
Breaking the kiss, Sofia grinned down at the bound girl, “There we are, devushka. Much better.”
Blushing a bit Brianna bit her lip and looked down, “Thank you, mistress.”
“Any discomfort?” Roxanna asked as she smoothed out the leather with her hands, though it was more an excuse to touch the blue-haired girl than anything else.
Testing her bonds again, Brianna shook her head, “No, mistress.”
“Wonderful, korítsi.” Roxanna murmured as she ran a finger along one of the straps running across Brianna’s shoulder, “Absolutely wonderful.”
“Indeed.” Sofia agreed, “And now, would you like some toys to make the trip a little more… interesting?”
Looking up, a grin tugged at Brianna’s lip as she nodded, “Yes please, mistress.”
Smiling at her reaction, Sofia slowly reached up and cupped the blue-haired girl’s chin, forcing her to look up and bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. Sighing softly, Brianna closed her eyes and leaned into that kiss, barely aware of the world until Roxanna took the hem of her shirt in hand and lifted it to expose the pale expanse of her stomach and the glittering steel of her chastity belt’s waistband. Gasping, and involuntarily breaking the kiss as the olive-skinned woman’s fingertips began to glide over her skin, the blue-haired girl shivered softly when Sofia grinned at her again, far more playfully this time, and reached down to remove her skirt. Swallowing hard, breath quickening in anticipation even as her skin flushed with embarrassment, Brianna bit her lip to try and stay quiet as she watched the blonde set the garment aside. It was somewhat awkward but between the two of them her mistresses unlocked her chastity belt and pulled the primary shield away from her body, allowing it to dangle between her legs while keeping the waistband firmly in place. Shivering again as a sudden breeze brushed against her heated flesh, the blue-haired girl unconsciously spread her legs when she felt a strong and calloused hand grip her inner thigh. This time she was unable to keep quiet, a deep moan echoing in her throat when the familiar pressure of a butt plug pressed against her ass. Forcing herself to relax she still gasped as the intruder seated itself in place, her body easily and almost eagerly swallowing the toy despite its size. Her mistresses were not done, however. As soon as Roxanna had finished pressing the plug into place, tapping gently on the base to make sure it was fully inserted and making the blue-haired jump in surprise, the soft sensations like hammer blows echoing throughout her flesh, Sofia touched something hard and cold to the heated skin of her thigh. Shivering as the smooth surface of the vibrating egg slowly slid up her leg Brianna moaned again as the toy was pressed against her hot and aching sex, gently gliding back and forth against her nether lips before being inserted deeply, her muscles instinctively clenching around the intruder and somehow pulling it in even deeper, the sensation of the vibrator pressing up against her inner walls, when combined with the size of the butt plug she was already wearing, creating a sense of incredible fullness that felt oh so good.
Pulling the cord of the vibrator to one side, and looping the connector through one of the D-rings set into the waistband of Brianna’s chastity belt, Sofia pressed a soft kiss to the girl’s cheek even as Roxanna slowly circled the pair. Carefully, almost shakily, lowering herself to one knee, the olive-skinned woman set down the bag she had been carrying and unzipped it before pulling on a pair of surgical gloves. The snap of rubber instantly drew the blue-haired girl’s attention and, opening her eyes, Brianna looked down to see her mistress remove a familiar looking package with a catheter coiled inside. Smiling softly at the girl, Roxanna slowly opened the package and removed the tube, carefully lubricating its length, a question visible in her deep brown eyes the whole time. Whetting her lips and swallowing again Brianna nodded ever so slightly, a familiar tinge of excitement settling into her stomach at the sight. It had been a long time since she had worn a catheter, the last vacation they had taken together in fact, and that had been among the most intense experiences of her life. Being penetrated in another way was interesting enough, the strange sensation of a tube being inserted into her urethra curiously pleasurable on its own, especially given the way vibrations tended to travel up the intrusion deep into her body. More than that, though, it indicated that her mistresses intended to keep her bound for a long time, maybe a very long time, and that sent a trill of anticipation up her spine so intense that it actually made her shiver.
Smile softening in acknowledgment, and nodding her own head in turn, the olive-skinned woman began the somewhat awkward process of threading the catheter under the secondary shield of Brianna’s chastity belt and through the slit in the primary shield underneath it. As the kneeling woman worked, Sofia slipped behind the bound girl and gently took her by the hips to hold her in place, planting a kiss behind her ear and holding her tight. It was only then that Roxanna reached up to spread the blue-haired girl’s nether lips and gently began to insert the tube. Leaning back against Sofia for support, eyes fluttering closed, Brianna bit her lip against the tantalizingly alien sensation of her urethra being stretched by the device slowly snaking its way into her only to gasp, and then moan, when the tip finally penetrated her bladder. Another sensation, a momentary feeling of intense pressure, as if she were about to burst, filled the bound girl then as her mistress inflated the balloon to lock it in place only to be followed by a rush of relief so intense that it was almost orgasmic as the pressure drained away. Whimpering softly at the curiously pleasant sensation of her bladder being siphoned, Brianna could not help but squirm a bit in Sofia’s grasp as her chastity belt was locked in place once more, sealing the toys inside of her suddenly heated and now very full body. Peeling the gloves from her hands, Roxanna offered another smile as she retrieved one final item from her bag, a roll of black electrical tape, and used it to affix the rubber reservoir, which still reminded Brianna very much of a hot water bottle, to her inner thigh, high enough that when Sofia finally stepped back and once more wrapped the girl’s skirt around her waist the device was completely hidden from view. Standing then, Roxanna almost casually brushed dirt from her knees and carefully smoothed the blue-haired girl’s shirt back into place. Reaching up, she gently cupped Brianna’s cheeks and it was the olive-skinned woman's turn to kiss those soft and eager lips.
“Almost ready, korítsi.” she whispered.
“Yes, mistress.” Brianna whispered back, nodding her head ever so slightly.
With a soft, and yet still somehow wicked smile, Sofia took the girl by the shoulders and gently eased her back into the car and down onto the passenger’s seat. Biting her lip and whimpering again as the toys and plugs shifted within her, Brianna settled into place and could not help but smile softly as her mistress reached around her body to fasten her seat belt. An aspect of bondage she had never really considered before making it such a big part of her life, but one that she had come to enjoy immensely when bound like this was just how truly helpless she was and just how much her mistresses had to take care of her. Thankfully neither of them seemed to mind and in the course of their time together the blue-haired girl had discovered that she really liked being taken care of.
“Water, devushka?” Sofia asked as she twisted the cap off of a bottle and held it up.
A faint blush on her face, both from the toys and her previous thoughts, Brianna nodded, “Thank you, mistress.”
“You are most welcome, my dear.” Sofia assured as she gently pressed the bottle to the blue-haired girl’s lips.
Sipping the water slowly, and relishing the way it seemed to cool the ardor building in her body, Brianna let out a soft and contented sigh as the bottle was withdrawn. However, just as she opened her mouth to thank her mistress again she was both surprised and not to find a gag pressed firmly between her lips. It seemed to be new, a simple panel gag in the same white leather as her armbinder with a single strap being tightened over her cheeks even now, the material so thin and soft that it molded against the curves of her face so perfectly that there was almost no edge at all. In addition, the gag had a short and somewhat thick tube in the center of the panel that extended into her mouth just enough to force her jaws wide open to provide easy access. A fact that made her blush again. Smoothing the edges of the leather into place and cupping the bound girl’s cheek, Sofia flashed another grin and held up one last object, a rubber plug that looked very much like a stopper and had a short but thick dildo attached to the other end. Without warning or explanation the blonde shoved it into the tube, filling the blue-haired girl’s mouth and pressing down her tongue to ensure she could not speak. Twisting it slightly to lock the plug in place Sofia’s grin grew wider as she leaned in to kiss the utterly helpless girl on the tip of her nose.
“There we are, devushka. Nice and secure.”
A tiny blush visible on her cheekbones, just above the edge of her gag, Brianna nodded even as she tried to answer around the toy filling her mouth, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”
“Good girl.” Sofia practically murmured before climbing out of the car and back onto her feet, shutting the door carefully behind her.
Glancing out the window, twisting in her confinement as best she could to watch Sofia circle back to the driver’s side while Roxanna once more took her place in the back, Brianna noticed that at some point one of her mistresses had stuck a sun shield to the glass, the thin film of dark and yet translucent plastic cutting back the harsh glare of the sun. While she was grateful for that, as with her hands bound she would not be able to shield her eyes, the blue-haired girl quickly realized that the shield had another purpose. From the outside it would be virtually impossible to see anything through it save for vague outlines. With the gag fitting so tightly against her face, and her body shielding the armbinder from sight as long as she sat back, she could have all the privacy she ever wanted to explore her bondage and enjoy the sensation while sitting right out in the open. Feeling her pussy clench tightly around the vibrator at that thought, Brianna squirmed in her seat and moaned softly in her gag, a new flush of arousal coloring her skin as she considered the possibilities.
In the midst of those fantasies another door opened and Sofia slid behind the wheel almost casually. Pausing long enough to shut the door and buckle herself in, the blonde paused before starting the engine and instead glanced at Brianna, grinning again as she watched the blue-haired girl wriggle her bonds, “Having fun, devushka?”
Blushing darkening just a bit, especially at the blonde’s lascivious smile, Brianna managed a tiny nod before moaning an answer, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”
Leaning around the front seat again, Roxanna smiled softly at her lover, a touch of amusement dancing in her eyes, “Are we not forgetting something, stríngla?”
Cocking her head curiously, Sofia followed the olive-skinned woman’s gaze and her own smile became positively wicked, “How silly of me, dorogoy.”
It was only when she looked down at herself that Brianna realized what her mistress was talking about. Sitting in her lap was the power cable of her vibrator, now dangling helplessly from under her skirt. Moaning as she realized what that meant, the blue-haired girl watched with bated breath as Sofia reached down and delicately, deliberately, took the cord between thumb and forefinger and tugged gently, making the bound girl whimper slightly as the pressure shifted the stainless steel egg within her. Grinning at that reaction, the blonde then plugged the wire into a small control box of black plastic before taking a second cord trailing from the bottom of that box and plugging it into the car’s cigarette lighter, ensuring that there would be no danger of the batteries running low. Almost instantly the toy sprung to life, buzzing softly but madly within her and Brianna moaned again, loudly, into her gag as she hunched over, bound arms straining against the monoglove trapping them in place, but though the leather creaked it did not give in the slightest. In truth the sensations weren’t that intense, not really, but as worked up as she was the blue-haired girl could almost swear the earth was shaking. A fact not at all helped by the way her squirming seemed to make the plug in her ass rattle around inside of her and the catheter vibrate in time with the other toys. It wasn’t enough to push her over the edge, unfortunately, but as she moaned and squirmed in helpless delight the blue-haired girl realized one thing.
As much as she had been looking forward to this trip already, right now it looked like getting there really would be half the fun.