Part 3
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath of the thick steam that seemed to billow through the air and caress her skin, Claire Devroux found herself smiling at the strange but pleasant warmth spreading throughout her chest as she ducked beneath the shower head and allow the spray of water to sluice over her naked body. Sighing as the accumulated aches and pains of the day seemed to melt away beneath that almost decadently hot stream, the woman slicked her long red hair back and spent a moment simply reveling in the sensation. Despite her rather exotic tastes in the bedroom she was a simple woman at heart and there was just something so indescribably wonderful about a nice hot shower after a long day at the office and a vigorous workout, almost as if all of her accumulated stresses and troubles were being slowly massaged away and washed down the drain.
Still, as much as she could have spent hours enjoying that particular bliss she also knew that time was short and so, letting out another quiet sight, the redhead blindly groped for a washcloth and began the methodical process of scrubbing her skin clean. After all, this was far from an ordinary day as after what felt like an eternity of waiting Elise was visiting her tonight and everything had to be perfect. It was almost hard to believe that more than two weeks had passed since the last time she had seen her mistress, two weeks since she had been properly bound, two weeks since the pale brunette had tentatively and almost shyly proposed that they begin to meet in private for their little games.
To be honest even now the idea of inviting the woman into her home was an almost shocking one, but at the same time she could not deny that it was an incredibly exciting one as well. Honestly the more she thought about it the more the redhead realized that it almost felt like being asked on a date, and even if that comparison brought a fierce blush to her face it also sparked an equally fierce heat in her chest, and between her legs. As intimate and intense as all of their previous encounters had been, this seemed to be on an entirely different level. In truth, for all of its kinky and wondrously exotic atmosphere, Velvet Chains had never felt truly intimate. While she had enjoyed her time there she also knew it was a business and that for all that the club felt like Elise’s domain, at the end of the day it was simply the place where she worked. A place where Claire was one more client paying for a service, if a very specialized and highly enjoyable service.
As such, stepping out of that neutral ground and allowing the dominatrix into her home, perhaps even into her bedroom, felt so much more… visceral on a level that was hard to put into words. And yet as the days had stretched on into weeks, the both of them struggling to find a time in which their schedules would finally align, the redhead found herself aching for the other woman’s presence. Self-bondage was no longer enough, her mistress had spoiled her far too thoroughly for that and she craved the restrictive grasp of leather and steel, longed to be controlled and used in any way the younger woman might desire. In short, without even realizing it, she had become addicted to the brunette’s presence and being away from her felt like torture. Thankfully that torture was finally coming to an end and Claire felt herself smile again as her mind began to wander, images springing to life in the darkness behind her eyelids as she imagined all the things that her mistress might do to her now that they had the time to truly indulge.
Momentarily lost in the fantasy of it all, Claire bit her lip to suppress a moan as her hands began to wander unbidden only to gasp in surprise when a pair of fingers slipped between her thighs and brushed against the sensitive lips of her labia. As if in response the soft heat that had been smoldering in her core roared to life and for a moment the redhead was tempted, sorely tempted, to give it. To plunge her fingers into her aching sex and give herself over to the pleasure her body craved. And yet she knew she could not.
Biting down harder and squeezing an ample breast with her free hand, the sudden sting of pain fueling her arousal but also grounding as well, the older woman managed to pull herself back from the brink, but barely. As much as she wanted, maybe even needed, to relieve some of that tension now was simply not the time. Flushed and almost panting, she spent a long moment taking deep breaths and centering herself before she finally leaned back just enough to open her eyes and return to the far more mundane task of washing herself, though as she lathered her softly tanned skin and began to scrub her hair clean the temptation still loomed large.
Still, she managed to push through without any more undue distractions and after a few moments of quiet work ducked back under the shower head to rinse off before turning the water off. Letting out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding, Claire quickly toweled off and stepped out of the tub to pad across the bathroom to the sink, the feeling of cool tile beneath her feet almost shocking in comparison to the heat still clinging to her. Wiping the fog from the mirror, the redhead set her towel aside and spared a moment to study her reflection, grinning at the sight of her own naked body. While her mistress certainly liked to tease her about it, in moments like this she could admit that the brunette might have a point. Clean living and regular exercise aside she had aged fantastically, a fact of which she was rather proud truth be told, so much so in fact that she had managed to attract the eye of a woman half her age. It was a cheeky thought, almost irreverent really and more of a private joke even in the confines of her own mind, but even so Claire felt her expression drop into something more pensive as she grabbed her hair drier and began to work her hair back into some semblance of order.
As happy as she was to see her mistress again, and as much as she had longed for this day, she also could not deny that the looming reality of their newest encounter weighed on her. Not in a bad way, not at all, but in a way that still made her wonder. It was undeniable that she and Elise had grown closer in the last few months and perhaps that had been inevitable to a degree, trust was the core of BDSM after all, but this felt like more than that. Little things that added up once she began to consider them, like the way the brunette looked at her as if she was the most beautiful creature in the world or the way her heart seemed to race beneath the younger woman’s touch to say nothing of how… eagerly her body reacted to her mistress’s affections when they were together. It was exhilarating, it was terrifying, it was something she hadn’t felt in so long that she had nearly forgotten what it was like and if she was being perfectly honest with herself it scared her just a bit even if she knew she could never bear to give it up.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Claire set the hair drier aside and took up a brush in its place, worrying her lower lip gently as she worked to sculpt her wild auburn mane into a shimmering wave of loose curls. Perhaps she was overthinking things, too lost in the thrill of self-discovery and too starved for intimacy to properly gauge the situation, or perhaps she simply grew contemplative when she was horny. Whatever the case, the redhead found herself grinning again as she finished brushing her hair and allowed her thoughts to wander in more pleasant directions, sparing yet another moment to study her reflection and pleased with the result as she reached for her makeup bag and contemplated her next move. She had learned through hard experience that going overboard with cosmetics would only create a mess, especially if Elise gagged her, but on the other hand it felt wrong to not put her best face forward such as it was. Besides she also knew from equally long experience that the sight of herself bound and gagged with smeared lipstick and running mascara was shockingly arousing in its own right.
In the end she decided to compromise, applying a light dusting of foundation and just a hint of rouge before darkening her eyes just enough to make the color pop and painting her lips a shade of brilliant ruby red. Simple enough tricks perhaps, ones she had been using for decades in fact, but by the time she finished Claire felt her smile turn sultry and she could not resist the urge to pose in the mirror, hands on her hips and shoulders angled just enough to emphasize her bust. While it was undeniable that her mistress seemed to find her physically attractive no matter what, she rather liked dressing up and she very much enjoyed playing the part of the eager submissive. Besides, while her buxom frame and hourglass figure were enticing enough on their own, when combined with her softly tanned skin and fiery red hair the overall effect was nothing short of devastatingly sexy. Perhaps it was vanity speaking, but even so the redhead could not help but feel pride swell in her chest at the sight of herself and her smile turned almost sharp as her mind drifted back to the daringly scant and wonderfully lacy lingerie she’d lain out earlier.
Whatever else might happen she was confident in one thing above all else. Elise would never know what hit her.
And yet, even as she felt her grin slip into something far more seductive all of her plans were brought to a sudden, screeching halt when the loud and unmistakable sound of the doorbell reverberated through the house like a thunderbolt. Head whipping around almost frantically, Claire glanced at the little round clock hanging next to the door only to feel her eyes widen in shock as the realization set in that she had spent more than an hour primping and preening. Practically panicking now, she raced for the door and burst out into the hallway in a flash, barely remembering to grab a robe as she did and struggling to pull it over her shoulders and tie the sash around her waist as she rounded a corner and bounded down the steps two at a time. Perhaps she was over-reacting, after all there was little danger that Elise would leave after all the work they had done to arrange this meeting, but she still could not help but curse under her breath as she crossed into the living room and made her way toward the front door.
She’d had it all planned out, every last detail etched into her mind from the outfit she’d planned to wear to the greeting she’d planned to give. She’d even practiced her posture in the mirror, as embarrassing as that was to even think about, and had relished the thought of her mistress’s reaction upon seeing her open the door while wearing almost nothing, but now all of her carefully laid plans had turned to ash and all because she’d lost track of time. As she cursed herself again, the doorbell rang once more and Claire forced herself to calm down. As frustrating at it was that things were already going awry it was important not to get sidetracked and so she drew a deep breath and slowly let it out through her nose, sparing a moment to smooth her robe fully into place as she finished crossing the room at an almost leisurely pace and reached out to take hold of the doorknob. No matter what else was happening the most important thing was that her mistress was finally here after what felt like an eternity of separation, all other details falling away into utter irrelevance in the face of that simple fact.
And so, placing her hand on her hip and striking what she hoped was a sensuous pose, she opened the door. Expected though it was the sight of her mistress standing casually on her porch still made the older woman’s heart race, honest joy painted onto her features as she drank in the sight of the pale brunette. The younger girl was dressed simply, a black and mostly unadorned hoodie practically hanging from her shoulders and shrouding her body within its folds, the hood pulled up to cover her hair while a pair of sunglasses blocked her stormy gray eyes from view, almost as if she were trying to disguise her identity though she was still wearing those faux combat boots she favored. It was understandable enough of course, her… working outfits would have drawn far too much attention and certainly have gotten tongues wagging in any case, but even so Claire could not help but feel a touch of disappointment in seeing the young dominatrix dressed so plainly.
Grinning like the cat that had just spotted a particularly juicy canary, Elise slowly slid her glasses down the bridge of her nose, those sharp gray eyes flashing with something that sent a thrill down the redhead’s spine. For a long moment she said nothing, content to simply drink in the sight of the older woman’s barely covered form, gaze lingering especially on the way her robe scarcely fell to mid thigh and hung open just enough to very nearly expose her ample bosom. Almost smirking at the faint blush that seemed to follow her inspection, the pale brunette suddenly closed the distance between them and allowed her voice to drop into a low and husky whisper, “Well now pet, if I’d know this was the sort of greeting I’d be getting I would have stayed away for longer.”
Even if she hadn’t been able to detect the faintly playful note injected into Elise’s tone Claire would have known that the pale brunette was just teasing her, but even so something like terror grip her heart as she reached out instinctively to grab the other woman around the waist and pull her close, “Don’t you dare, mistress. I don’t think I could survive it.”
It was Elise’s turn to blush now, both at the surprising fierceness of her plaything’s tone and by the way the redhead’s cleavage seemed to swallow her whole as the embrace tightened. Hesitating for the briefest moment, she eventually returned the hug as best she could and tried to play it off, “Well, I mean, I’d miss you too.”
Realizing that they had already put on enough of a show, Claire guided the younger woman inside and closed the door behind them with an almost negligent kick. It was then and only then, realizing what she had just done, that her blush darkened and she released her grip, arms falling to her sides almost awkwardly even as she found herself offering a much more genuine smile, “Thank you, mistress.”
That earnest yet awkward greeting somehow seemed to fluster Elise even more, almost as if the girl was not certain what to do with herself. Still, she seemed to rally quickly enough, lips quirking into a familiar grin that made her piercings glint softly in the light, “You’re very welcome. So, now that you’ve so graciously invited me in, how about a tour?”
Despite the teasing nature of the younger woman’s tone, honest curiosity seemed to underline the younger woman’s question and it struck Claire then in that in all the years they had known each other, peripheral though that had been for the most part, Elise had never actually visited her home before. Not even in the years before she and Talia had grown apart. Some distant part of her was actually glad of that fact, things might have been even more awkward than they already were otherwise, but even so she also could not help but feel it was a bit of a shame. And yet, as proud as she was of her home and as much as she would have loved to show it off to the younger woman she was also struck by that same sense that sharing it was undeniably intimate somehow, more profound than even taking off her clothes in front of the young dominatrix had been. Still, despite that brief sense of hesitation she could also feel the boldness that had been growing in her heart ever since their first session together rear its head once more and the redhead offered an easy smile as she slowly unfastened her robe just enough to bare even more cleavage and expose a wide swath of her well-toned stomach all the way down to her waist, “I’d be more than happy to show you around mistress, but aren’t there other sights you’d rather see?”
A familiar glint of lust flashed in Elise’s eyes and her gaze seemed locked on the redhead’s chest as she idly flicked at the tiny ring pierced through her lower lip in an equally familiar gesture. Carefully lowering her hood and shaking her head to set her hair flying like an ebon wave, the pale girl’s smile sharpened as she shrugged off the backpack slung over her shoulders and reached up to slowly unzip her hoodie, “What a marvelous idea, pet. Though perhaps I should slip into something a little less… comfortable first.”
Some distant part of Claire could not help but wonder about that backpack oddly enough, her mind alight with possibilities as she wondered what sort of goodies her mistress had decided to bring with her and what sorts of games she had planned, but the rest of her was far too busy staring at Elise’s now exposed body to think overly much on it. It seemed that in preparation for the afternoon the brunette had been thinking in similar directions as herself, for as that voluminous hoodie slipped from the younger girl’s shoulders and fluttered to the floor an outfit that was very much the definition of “barely there” revealed itself.
Clad in little more than a low cut halter top and a matching pair of hot pants made of skintight latex, the inky black material hugging her curves like a lover and complimenting both the studded belt hanging low on her hips and the matching collar around her throat, the redhead could do little but watch in rapt fascination as her mistress almost casually placed her hands on said hips. It honestly might have been the most revealing thing she had ever seen Elise wear, but as she drank in the sight of what felt like miles of smooth, porcelain pale flesh on display Claire realized that the distinction was completely meaningless. Struck speechless by the display, and swallowing hard around the lump in her throat, the older woman’s fingers twitched as she felt a familiar desire rise up within her and she had to fight down the urge to reach out and take that wonderfully slender and yet marvelously curved body into her arms.
Elise clearly had no such compunction, striding forward confidently with that playful smile still curling her lips as she took hold of Claire’s robe in a loose grip. Slowly and carefully slender fingers began to untie the sash holding said garment closed, the hem falling open to expose the lushly curved form hidden beneath. Stepping so close that their bodies almost touched, the heat of the brunette’s pale skin almost scalding, the woman’s voice slipped into a low and sibilant whisper as she cupped well-curved hips and gently stroked sensitive skin, “We really should get you properly dressed as well, pet. I see someone forgot their collar.”
Claire swallowed again as a familiar shiver raced up her spine, the sensation of those softly calloused fingers caressing her skin enough to make her nipples harden in anticipation. And yet, even then she also felt a pang of shame grip her heart at her mistress’s admonishment, gentle though it was. In her haste she had forgotten to collar herself, the first time she had ever failed to do so since it had been gifted to her in fact, and the sense that she had failed somehow was almost painful. Biting her lip to suppress a quaver, the redhead fought the urge to look down, “I’m sorry, mistress.”
“Oh, I suppose I can find it in my heart to forgive you.” Elise assured in a deceptively light and airy tone as she drew her hands up the older woman’s sides, the grin curling her pierced lips proof positive that she was very much enjoying the way her plaything seemed to squirm beneath her touch. Eventually though she seemed to tire of the game and reached up to finish slipping the robe from the redhead’s shoulders, fully baring her naked body for all the world to see, a very different sort of light glinting in her stormy eyes, “Or perhaps I’ll punish you later, but for now… on your knees, slut.”
Somehow more excited by that order than by the younger woman’s touch, Claire nodded and lowered herself down until her knees sank into the carpet, voice still quiet and shaky yet undeniably aroused, “Yes, mistress.”
“Good girl.” Elise practically purred as she ran a hand through the kneeling figure’s long, fiery mane. Almost as if she were petting an overly large cat, or seeking to calm a spooked horse, “Such a good girl.”
Claire blushed but said nothing, simply watching in silence as her mistress strode back to where her pack lay crumpled on the floor and bent down slowly and suggestively in order to open it. Hips swaying to some unseen rhythm as she searched for something amid those mysterious contents, the redhead’s blush deepened even further even as her eyes remained locked on the sight before her. Elise had certainly never been shy about her body when they were together, but even so to see the younger woman display herself so brazenly while wearing clothes that may as well have been painted on, to say nothing of how little they covered, was still a shocking experience. Though certainly not an unpleasant one by any stretch of the imagination.
Sadly the show could not last forever and all too soon her mistress twisted sinuously to glance back at the lush figure kneeling behind her, a teasing smile curling her lips as she straightened up to reveal a coil of leather that could only be a leash held loosely in one hand while a brand new collar dangled idly from the fingers of the other. It was a simple thing at a glance, plain and unadorned save for the ring set into the front, but unlike all of the other collars she had worn this one was made of steel polished to a mirror sheen broken up only by the tiny brass padlock holding it closed and a lining made of dark neoprene. Plain, elegant and yet utterly inescapable despite all of that. A symbol, perhaps even more so than the band of tooled red leather she wore almost every day, and Claire found herself biting her lip and struggling not to squirm in place as the brunette approached again with that easy and yet powerful grace that seemed to underline all of her movements.
And yet, despite the older woman’s obvious growing excitement Elise just smiled as she reached out with the toe of her boot to force the kneeling redhead’s thighs wide apart, prompting a fierce blush to color tanned cheeks before bending down close enough to offer a generous view of her own cleavage in the process, “Do be a dear and put your hands behind your head and lift your hair out of the way, won’t you?”
It was a command phrased as a request, but even if she had wanted to resist Claire did not have the will and so lifted her arms to gather up her long red hair exactly as she had been instructed while arching her back invitingly until she was left in a pose of complete and utter submission, voice little more than a husky whisper, “Like this, mistress?”
“Just like that.” Elise assured in a surprisingly soft and almost soothing tone, her lips quirking ever so slightly as she slipped the collar into place in one smooth motion before clipping the leash to the front, “Now be a good pet and get down on all fours.”
Swallowing involuntarily, Clare was suddenly and keenly aware of the collar now circling her throat, the weight of unyielding metal pressing against her skin both achingly familiar and utterly alien all at once. However, before she could lose herself in the sensation a sharp tug on the leash brought her back into the moment. Blushing again, the redhead quickly dropped down onto hands and knees and glanced at the floor, “Yes, mistress.”
Unseen, the pale brunette smirked softly before quickly folding the expression back into the contours of her face and sparing a moment to scoop her backpack up again and almost lazily placing a hand on her hip, “Now my dear, as much fun as it would be to take you right here in the foyer I do believe it would be far more appropriate, and far more comfortable, to take things to the bedroom. Wouldn’t you agree?”
In truth Claire had not given much thought to where their games might take place, far too caught up in anticipating the games themselves, and indeed while a part of her was honestly excited by the prospect of being bound and gagged and used in any way her mistress might desire right here and right now, a familiar heat surging in her loins, the rest of her could not help but agree that the bedroom would no doubt be far more appropriate, and certainly far more comfortable. And yet, she could not help but hesitate as well, as if yet another line was being crossed in this strange journey of hers. Her bedroom was perhaps her last sanctuary, the last bit of privacy she could truly claim that had not been shared with her mistress already, to say nothing of the fact that she hadn’t been properly tied up there since… Well, not in a long time. Still none of those realizations dampened the need throbbing in her veins and even as she waived she could not help but remember that everything she had gained, everything she had discovered about herself, the joy and thrill and passions that she had managed to reclaim had been built upon the back of being bold. And so, taking a breath and steeling herself, the redhead nodded firmly and glanced up at Elise’s waiting form, daring to meet the younger woman’s eyes and refusing to look away, “Yes, mistress.”
For a brief moment Elise’s gaze softened, a swirl of emotions laid bare in those stormy eyes of hers as if she too understood the significance of the moment, but it vanished just as quickly as a familiar smirk curled her pierced lips and she tightened her grip on the leash, “Then do lead on, pet.”
She could admit that there was a certain irony in having rushed down the stairs a moment ago only to find herself literally crawling back up them, but even as Claire found herself smiling ever so slightly at the absurdity of it all, another tug on the leash focused her on the task at hand. It was a novel experience if nothing else. In the past Elise had made her kneel, made her beg, even made her kiss those heavy boots she so favored, but never before had her mistress actually ever made her crawl and even if she would have preferred to be led rather than lead she could not deny that it was more than a little arousing.
The humiliation of being treated like an animal, controlled and walked like some sort of obedient pet. The thrill of having her naked body complete and utterly on display, each step making her curves sway invitingly beneath the gaze of her mistress. Indeed, keenly aware of the pale brunette walking just behind her, and practically feeling that stormy gaze brand her bare flesh, a familiar urge welled up inside the redhead to put on a show, every inch of her skin turning as red as her hair while her nipples throbbed almost painfully and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Biting her lip to suppress a moan, muscles pulled taut as a shiver raced up her spin, the redhead allowed her hips to sway side to side in an almost exaggerated fashion as she crossed the living room before arching her back suggestively as she mounted the stairs and slowly began to climb them one at a time, inner thighs slick with arousal and raw need pulsing in her veins.
Maybe it was her imagination, maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was a result of the fantasies swirling so desperately in the back of her mind, but as the naked woman pulled herself into the upstairs hallway and very deliberately stretched in a way that drew the eye to her backside before slowly making her way down the narrow corridor, Claire could have sworn she heard her mistress’s breath hitch ever so slightly. And yet Elise remained silent, the dull sound of her footsteps striking the carpet and the gentle pressure of the leash the only indication that the younger woman was still there at all. Indeed, it was only when they finally crossed through the doorway into the master bedroom proper that the brunette finally pulled away, slipping around her plaything’s prone body without a word and walking fully into view, her slender frame held with an almost casual grace as she walked into the center of the room and spared a moment to glance about, those fierce eyes of hers drinking in every detail.
In truth there was not that much to see. It was a simple enough space, roomy without being overly large and painted in a soothing shade of beige with a comfortable carpet and just enough personal touches to give it a lived in feel. After all, despite her rather exotic tastes in her personal life Claire had never been given to displays of excess, and her bedroom reflected that. Other than the lush carpeting, the one luxury that she had insisted upon, and a rather colorful set of curtains hanging from floor to ceiling along the far wall, the area was sparsely decorated for the most part. A comfortable queen-sized bed pushed up against the left hand wall and flanked on either side by nightstands dominated that side of the room while a dresser and a chest of drawers made of rich hardwoods, both of which had belonged to her grandmother, sat across from it flanking the sliding door to the room’s impressively large closet. A few pictures hung from the walls and a vanity cluttered with both various cosmetics and a carefully locked jewelry box that sat in the far corner, but other than that the place was largely featureless.
And yet, as comfortable as she found it, some part of the older woman could not help but fear that her mistress would find it all far too plain, far too vanilla, for what they were about to do. Especially in comparison to the richly appointed dungeons they usually played their games in. However, despite the way her heart hammered in her chest as she watched Elise examine each and every detail with a critical eye, a soft and almost relaxing smile slowly curled her mistress’s lips. A smile that slowly morphed into a smirk as she spotted certain articles of clothing that Claire had lain out on the bed earlier, and then abandoned in her haste. Blushing fiercely at the realization of just what exactly her mistress had spotted, the redhead still had no choice but to follow along as the woman crossed the room in two quick steps and reached out to take hold of the lacy and almost scandalously transparent bustier draped over the edge of the mattress. Holding the garment up for inspection, garters dangling from the hem like ribbons, the brunette’s smile only seemed to grow as she glanced back at her companion, eyes practically sparking with amusement now.
“I see someone had plans.” the young dominatrix teased.
“I...” Claire began, honestly not certain what to say and biting her lip as she fought the urge to look away, “Yes, mistress.”
Not quite finished with the poor woman yet however, Elise tossed the bustier back down and snatched up the matching g-string, “Pity. As sexy as that robe was, I don’t think I could have controlled myself if you’d answered the door wearing this.”
“My… my apologies, mistress.” Claire managed, the heat of arousal warring with the embarrassment coloring her skin, and voice reduced to an almost strained whisper, “I lost track of time.”
“Perhaps that’s for the best.” Elise eventually decided, casually tossing the scrap of cloth aside before kneeling down to place herself at eye level with the older woman, “Or perhaps something else I should punish you for?”
“Yes, mistress!” Claire practically cried out in response, trying and very much failing to keep the excitement out of her voice as her skin tingled with the memory of crop and cane caressing her body. Once such an eager display of masochism would have embarrassed her, but no longer, not after everything else she had already shown to this wonderful creature standing before her, and all the things she had been given in turn. No, now she only smiled in anticipation, embarrassment forgotten as she subtly dropped down onto her haunches and pressed her arms together to emphasize her breasts, “I’ve been a very bad girl.”
Chuckling softly under her breath even as lust seemed to glint in the pale brunette’s eyes, Elise ruffled the redhead’s hair affectionately before unfastening the leash from her collar and offering a hand, “All in good time, my pet. All in good time. Now, on your feet. I have so many new toys to show you after all.”
With that she knew the moment had finally arrived and Claire felt a wide and eager grin split her face as she took her mistress’s hand and allowed herself to be guided back onto her feet. A task made somewhat more difficult by the height difference between them, but Elise did not seem to struggle in the slightest despite that, the strength hidden in her slender limbs evident as muscles tensed beneath pale skin. Not that there was any time to dwell upon that unexpectedly exciting display as the redhead felt herself being pulled into the center of the room all of a sudden, each step making the excitement pulsing in her core intensify until the both of them were standing at the foot of the bed and she feared she might actually burst from sheer anticipation. And yet, the younger girl offered no more than a mischievous half smile as she let go of her companion’s hand, fingers lingering for just a moment, and allowed the backpack slung over her shoulder to slide down her arm and drop onto the mattress.
Winking playfully, pierced lips still quirked into an almost jaunty smile, the pale brunette turned away and as she began to dig through her bag’s contents, new toys appearing one by one in her hands as she laid them out for inspection with the precision of a surgeon preparing her tools, each one making Claire’s blush darken and the heat in her core spike. It started off simply enough first. A set of cuffs, half a dozen in all, made of dark leather with shiny chrome hardware linked together into a tangled mass with steel clasps followed by a gag, but not like any gag that the redhead had ever seen before. At a glance it almost looked like a ball gag, the shiny rubber a deep purple color so dark that it was almost black in this light, but on closer inspection it was far more than than. Almost a hybrid design, half ball gag and half mouth guard with deep grooves cut into the rubber to keep pressure off the wearer’s teeth and ensure an extremely tight fit while the main body itself was utterly mouth filling in its size but molded with a concave curve that would depress the tongue and ensure complete and utter silence.
The thought of having something like that in her mouth was honestly daunting, but incredibly exciting as well and Claire felt a touch of heat return to her cheeks as she tried to imagine what it would be like. The pressure, the fullness, the complete lack of control, the strain of trying to relax her throat and control her gag reflex all while unable to utter even the tiniest word of protest. Not that she had much time to ponder that particular fantasy much further as her mistress then withdrew something that could only be an inflatable butt plug and the redhead felt her mouth go dry. Noting her companion's reaction, but still saying nothing, Elise gave the attached pump a few quick squeezes, demonstrating just how big that plug could get and the redhead swallowed hard as she felt a shiver of anticipation race down her spine.
Truth be told she had not really done any additional anal training after their last session, and now that she thought about it she could not help but regret that fact considering how much she had enjoyed the experience, especially now that it looked like she was about to get another lesson. Regardless, as she watched the plug deflate back to its normal but still impressive size and join the growing pile of toys atop her bed, she made a note to buy a plug of her own as soon as she could. However, even all of that paled in comparison to what happened next when her mistress withdrew an almost monstrously large double ended dildo of the same mottled purple rubber as the gag.
Claire’s cheeks instantly went red at the sight of the toy, but before she could do much more than squeak in surprise at the sight Elise grinned and lifted a curious brow, “Oh, does someone like that?”
“I…” Claire stammered, face blazing now but unable to look away even as the words slipped out of her, “Y… yes, mistress.”
Smirking now, the pale brunette stalked closer, voice low and tinged with something almost predatory, “That’s good, that’s very good, but I suppose it’s only fair, isn’t it slut? After all, I’ve bound you and gagged you and punished you and even made you cum, but I’ve never actually fucked you, have I?”
Throat tight, blood pounding in her ears as her heart raced in her chest, Claire managed a tiny shake of the head, her own voice little more than a tiny whisper but somehow thick with want nonetheless, “No, mistress.”
“Patience pet, patience. We have to finish getting you dressed first.” Elise cautioned, her smile slipping into something warmer and far more playful as she stepped back toward the bed and tossed the dildo aside in order to retrieve one final item, a bundle of latex as dark as night but with a perfectly smooth and oddly polished surface that gleamed like oil cast atop a puddle. Flicking her wrists to unfurl a catsuit, the pale young dominatrix held the garment high, “So tell me pet, have you ever worn rubber before?”
Barely trusting her voice as she drank in the sight of that excitingly kinky suit, knowing exactly what it was the pale brunette was asking and mind alight as she wondered what it would be like to feel all that rubber against her skin, Claire played along and shook her head softly, “No, mistress. Never.”
“A pity, because I think you would look positively ravishing in it.” Elise continued, “So, what do you say? Want to give it a try?”
Claire felt her heart leap into her throat at that offer as her eyes momentarily darted to the identical, if far scantier, latex adorning her mistress’s slender body. Especially the way it hugged her curves and highlighted the pale tone of her skin. In truth she could hardly imagine what it would be like to wear something like that, to be completely encased and yet utterly exposed at the same time, but she longed to find out and could not have kept the enthusiasm from her voice if she’d tried, “Yes, mistress!”
“So eager.” the young dominatrix mused, clearly pleased with that reply, voice tinged with amusement and affection and an honest warmth as she idly unzipped the back of the catsuit and gently laid it down on the mattress before grabbing a bottle of something from her pack and placing a hand on her hip, “Then why don’t you come a little closer, slut. I promise that you’re going to love this.”
Licking her lips in anticipation, Claire felt herself nod again as she took a tentative step forward, inching her way across the room almost hesitantly until she was practically standing at the younger woman’s side, “Yes, mistress.”
Glancing over her shoulder to offer the older woman an almost sly smile, Elise said nothing at first as she squeezed a measure of clear liquid into her palm before tucking the bottle under her arm and slipping behind Claire’s back. A heartbeat later the redhead found herself inhaling sharply as a familiar pair of hands fell upon her shoulders, the gel coating her mistress’s palms almost shockingly cold and strangely pleasant against her heated skin. And yet, even as a shiver raced down her spine and she fought the urge to flinch away from that icy touch, the redhead could not help but moan softly as skilled and clever fingers began to glide down her back, massaging and caressing and coating her skin before cupping her ass and squeezing playfully. From there the pale brunette continued to work her way down, stroking her plaything’s thighs and down her legs, teasing her most sensitive places until the older woman feared she might actually burst. Worst of all, throughout that wondrously erotic torture Elise continued to speak almost conversationally, “Wearing latex is a very… intriguing experience, my dear. Almost paradoxical really. Restrictive and yet light, ever present as it hugs every inch of you but at the same time almost like wearing nothing at all.”
Biting her lip and clenching her eyes shut, Claire’s hands tightened into fists as she struggled to stay still, a full body shiver wracking her lush frame when the younger woman’s slender fingers slipped between her legs and gliding along the already damp lips of her labia, “It sounds… It sounds wonderful, mistress.”
“Oh, it is.” Elise agreed, teasing the woman for a heartbeat more before idly circling the redhead’s nude form, hands gliding along the curves of her hips to caress her stomach, “I absolutely adore the sensation myself, and I hope you will as well. Of course, the problem is that putting it on is tricky. Not only is the material tight, but it clings to your skin and doesn’t want to seat properly. Especially if you’ve been sweating. That’s why it’s important to be properly… lubricated before getting dressed.”
As if to emphasize the point the younger woman squeezed out another handful of gel and allowed her hands to drift upwards, practically sculpting the redhead’s torso and cupping generous breasts as she made sure every inch of her plaything’s skin was well coated. Practically whimpering now, it took every last ounce of Claire’s already frayed willpower to keep herself from leaning into that wonderful touch and begging for more, but somehow she managed. As well, thankfully Elise chose not to push things much much further even if the pale brunette definitely took her time as she finished anointing the older woman’s body and limbs. Honestly some part of her wondered if the entire affair was simply an excuse for her mistress to fondle her. Not that she was complaining of course, but if that was the case then she would have preferred to not be slathered in what felt like a copious amount of lube, her now slick skin almost clammy in the bedroom’s cool, conditioned air despite her lingering blush. And yet, as soon as she was finally finished with her task the pale brunette flashed a soft smile and levered herself up onto her tip toes and silenced any concerns with a gentle, feather soft kiss to the lips. A rare treat, and one that brought both a blush to her cheeks and a smile to her own face.
Tossing the bottle aside now, Elise flashed a slender smirk of her own before taking the older woman by the hand and drawing her closer to the bed while silently reaching for the catsuit with her free hand and offering the garment up. Taking a breath to steady herself, well understanding the unstated instruction, Claire nodded and gingerly took hold of the suit for herself, turning the dark rubber over in her hands and reveling in the odd sensation of the latex against her skin before tightly gripping the seams in the back to begin the somewhat complex process of putting it on. While she had not expected it to be easy, some part of Claire was shocked at just how difficult it actually was to squeeze herself into the frustratingly tight garment, even with her mistress guiding her. Honestly, if anything the young dominatrix had understated the difficulties of it all. Just forcing her legs down into the bottom half of the suit and seating the attached toe socks, for lack of a better term, was an ordeal in and of itself with the material bunching up repeatedly and somehow managing to stick to her skin despite the lube. So much so that she almost could not imagine how utterly impossible it would have been otherwise. Eventually she managed it, but the whole ordeal reminded her of putting on a particularly stubborn pair of kitchen gloves and she wasn’t even half finished yet. Still, with the same sort of determination she had used to face every other challenge her mistress had presented her with, she pressed on and with Elise’s help managed to pull the tight but still very stretchy rubber up over her hips and onto her chest before plunging her arms into the sleeves to try and work her hands into the inbuilt gloves. Somehow that was even harder, but after what felt like a truly epic struggle, the material practically fighting her every step of the way, she found herself breathing a sigh of relief when her mistress finally pulled the suit up onto her shoulders and zipped up the back to seal her in.
Moreover, as Elise’s hands began to run over her body to work out any remaining wrinkles and ensure that every seem was straight Claire could not help but marvel at the utterly intoxicating sensation of latex encasing practically every inch of her skin, the material clinging to her curves like a living oil slick and squeezing her in ways that were utterly indescribably. In an instant she understood exactly what her mistress had meant when she had called the experience intriguing. Alien and yet familiar and utterly intoxicating all the same. Testing her range of motion, the slick material practically rippling as her muscles tensed beneath her skin, the redhead could not help but agree that it was a curiously paradoxical feeling. In some ways she really did feel as if she was wearing nothing at all despite being completely covered, as if the suit caressing her in its grip was more of a second skin than anything else, and yet despite that the resistance of the latex also reminded her in some intangible way of being bound. It was honestly like nothing else she had ever experienced before, but as she explored those sensations further she found herself rather liking it, just as Elise had predicted.
As if summoned by those thoughts, the pale brunette’s arms suddenly embraced her loosely around the waist, hands splayed across her stomach as long fingers drew nonsense patterns across latex covered skin, “Enjoying ourselves?”
Biting her lip to suppress a moan as she felt a very different kind of shiver race down her spine, Claire found herself swaying unconsciously against the younger woman’s body as she practically breathed out a response, “Yes, mistress.”
“I thought you might.” Elise almost cooed as she molded practically herself against the older woman’s spine and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, “Now, do be a good little rubber slut and get up on the bed for me.”
Shivering again as she felt hot breath caress her ear, Claire found herself nodding as she reluctantly tore herself from the pale girl’s grasp and glanced toward the bed, an idea suddenly forming in her mind as an almost impish grin curled her lips. Resolved now, the redhead twisted her body and bent down in a deliberately provocative fashion to lean against the mattress and practically crawl across its spongy surface, hips swaying suggestively with each and every step. Glancing back over her shoulder at Elise, that smile still firmly in place as she pitched her voice into a soft and sensuous purr, the older woman injected a faux innocent tone into her voice completely at odds with her latex-clad appearance, “Like this, mistress?”
For the briefest moment Elise seemed to freeze in place, a look almost like longing painted across her features even as her stormy gray eyes practically glowed with desire. It only lasted a moment however, the slender girl shaking her head even so slightly to clear it before a familiar smirk tugged at her pierced lips. Knocking her now empty backpack to the floor with a negligent wave, canvas striking the thick carpeting below with an almost inaudible thud, the pale brunette crawled up onto the mattress herself and reached out to lay her hand on Claire’s back. For a long moment she allowed herself to revel in the feeling of smooth latex brushing against her skin before strong fingers traced down the ridges of the older woman’s spine and caressed the generous curves of her wonderfully shapely yet remarkably firm ass. Grin growing almost playful as the redhead began to moan softly beneath her touch, Elise hummed deep in her throat as she continued her explorations, “Exactly like that, pet. Now, lay down and let me get a good look at you.”
Biting her lip softly to try and quiet herself, Claire nonetheless did as she was told, carefully lowering herself down until her face was resting on the pillow and her hips were thrust high in the air. Unconsciously shaking her ass as her mistress continued to caress her, the redhead spread her thighs wide to allow her body to drop down fully onto the bed, her pussy clearly visible through the thin material clinging to her. Slowly rolling onto her side, and twisting to lay on her back properly, the latex-clad figure deliberately arched her spine then as she moved to emphasize her breasts, the sensation of the catsuit stretching as it conformed to her well-curved frame sending a familiar thrill straight into her core and making her nipples stand out proudly. Adopting what she hoped was a sultry smile, the woman looked up at her mistress, voice husky with want and gaze the very definition of bedroom eyes, “Of course, mistress. Anything you like. Anything at all.”
Shifting her own body to kneel between her plaything’s still widely spread legs, the pale dominatrix flashed a smile as she leaned in close, the trio of piercings studding her lower lip flashing in the light, “Anything, slut?”
Swallowing hard and practically pinned in place by that gaze, Claire felt herself practically whimper as she struggled to find the words, voice low and hoarse and yet surprisingly fierce despite that, “Anything.”
Perhaps it was a figment of her imagination, maybe it was a trick of the light, but for a heartbeat or two a strange and unreadable expression seemed to overtake Elise’s features, her smile fading just a notch and her lustrous gray eyes as dull as lead, as if something was weighing upon her. It was a look quite unlike anything Claire had ever seen her mistress wear before, but before she could even think to voice her concerns the moment seemed to pass and the young dominatrix drew herself up into a familiar, confident posture as she reached out to lay her hands on the older woman’s shoulders and flashed a devilish smile, “Who could resist an offer like that?”
With that rather rhetorical question hanging in the air between them, Claire bit her lower lip and moaned as she sank into the mattress to revel in the feeling of her mistress’s hands roaming over her chest, long fingers tracing the curves of her ribs and fondling the edge of her ample breasts in an oh so familiar way, the latex covering her skin somehow both muting and amplifying the sensations and making her tremble with delight.
Eventually though Elise ceased her explorations, offering the tiniest of smirks before twisting her body sharply to grab the tangled collection of leather cuffs lying beside them, the motion putting her own more modest curves on display as she did. And yet, if she was aware of the way the redhead’s eyes practically undressed her body as she moved, the pale brunette gave no indication. Instead she just worked silently, first fastening a pair of cuffs around her plaything’s well turned thighs and snugging them tight before buckling a second pair around her ankles.
From there she pulled back ever so slightly to get a better angle and gently bent the older woman’s legs up one at a time to lock the cuffs together, ankle to thigh, with the same carabiner clips that had held the bundle together. For her part Claire just watched her mistress work with open curiosity, offering not even the slightest hint of resistance as she was put into a loose but very effective frog-tie. By no means finished however, the young dominatrix took the final pair of cuffs she had brought and quickly fastened them around the redhead’s wrists. At that point the prone figure honestly expected to then have her hands bound together, or perhaps locked to the headboard, but Elise surprised her by instead pulling her arms down to her sides and binding wrists and ankles together, locking her into a rather lax, but still secure ball tie.
Dropping back to sit down at the foot of the bed, the pale brunette spared a moment to admire her work and as she did Claire tentatively began to explore her bonds, squirming a bit to test her range of motion and surprised by the juxtaposition of how loosely she was restrained and yet how inescapable it all felt despite that, even if she was rather confident that she could reach the clips and release herself if she absolutely needed to. As well she could feel her blush return as those same explorations forced her thighs wide apart, exposing the zipper between her legs and pulling the already taut latex even tighter over the curves and folds of her pussy. Even then, as she bit her lip to suppress a shiver, the utterly exposed nature of her current position making her moan almost desperately as she continued to struggle, the bound woman could not help but wonder exactly what it was her mistress had planned, excitement coiled in her stomach as her heart raced and heat bloomed between her legs.
And yet it seemed that the young dominatrix was not willing to reveal her secrets just yet. Instead, Elise silently shifted her weight to uncoil her legs and spent what felt like an eternity unfastening the myriad buckles adorning her boots until she could finally kick the heavy footwear off, freeing her toes and revealing the same glossy black nail polish that adorned her fingers. Sparing a moment to stretch, and grinning almost mischievously as she glanced down at Claire’s bound form, the slender girl rolled onto hands and knees and crawled across the surface of the mattress until she was practically looming over her plaything’s prone body. Shifting her weight she laid a hand on the older woman’s inner thigh and gently stroked sensitive, latex covered skin before slowly and teasingly opening the zipper between her legs bit by bit, exposing her wet and aching sex to the cool air and sending an all new shiver of anticipation up her spine as she gasped. Locking eyes with the redhead, Elise idly flicked at her lip ring with the tip of her tongue while allowing a finger to trace along the curve of Claire’s softly swollen labia and eliciting another quiet shiver of frustrated pleasure.
“I see someone’s ready.” the pale brunette teased while allowing a darkly painted nail to brush against her plaything’s clit, grin sharpening at the almost strained groan that followed, “And so very eager.”
Biting her lip hard to try and remain silent, Claire felt her hips buck involuntarily as she shuddered, voice strained as shards of pleasure seemed to pulse through her veins, “Please, mistress. Please.”
“Begging already?” Elise mused while cruelly withdrawing her hands to once again trace nonsense patterns along the redhead’s smooth stomach, “And I haven’t even given you all of your presents yet.”
Arching her back sharply and turned on beyond all measure, Claire practically whimpered as she practically pleaded with her mistress, “Please!”
A finger pressed gently to her lips silenced her protests and Claire found herself looking up into her mistress’s eyes as Elise leaned in close, her grin teasing and amused and yet somehow soft as well, “None of that, slut. Open your mouth.”
Swallowing reflexively, Claire felt herself nodding ever so slightly as she did as she was told, heart racing as she parted her lips, confident that she knew exactly what was about to happen and excited beyond all measure by that knowledge. After all, bondage always felt oh so incomplete without a gag and a brand new gag to test herself against was always a thrill. Thankfully her mistress did not disappoint, the pale woman leaning back a moment later to fetch the intricately shaped ball gag she had presented earlier, briefly holding the device up for inspection before taking the thing in both hands and getting to work.
Despite her excitement, and her experience, the redhead still could not help but feel a trace of apprehension as the gag loomed larger and larger in her vision. Beyond its odd shape the thing looked absolutely huge, easily among the largest she had ever seen and definitely the largest she had ever worn, and as she felt Elise place it between her lips and carefully begin to work it into place a part of her wondered if it would actually fit. And yet, as much as she tried to brace herself and relax her jaws the thing actually popped into place with little more than a gentle push, the gag sliding deep into her mouth almost without effort, its main body filling her to near capacity and pressing down sharply on her tongue even as her teeth popped into the slots and the ball itself stretched her lips into a familiar ‘O’ of surprise.
Most shocking of all, however, was just how comfortable it actually was. Oh to be sure, the strain as it forced her jaws wide would have been more than a little painful to the uninitiated, but to her it was almost effortless. Indeed, as she obediently lifted her head to allow her mistress to tighten the straps some part of Claire could not help but marvel at that fact. Almost as if the gag had been made especially for her, even if she knew that could not have possibly been the case. Still, she could not help but enjoy the novelty of it all even if she actually found herself somewhat missing the intensity and challenge of the more traditional gags she had worn in the past, a blush rising on her cheeks as she realized that likely meant she would likely be wearing this one for quite some time. Not that she minded of course and, whatever the case, such speculation was swiftly brought to an end when softly calloused fingers traced the outlines of her now beautifully stretched lips before trailing along the curve of her jawline and down underneath her chin, forcing her to look up and eliciting a quietly muffled moan.
“Very impressive.” Elise practically purred while darting in to press a brief kiss to the ball now protruding from between her plaything’s lips, much to the bound woman’s amusement, “Although perhaps I shouldn’t be so surprised. Most subs have trouble with gags like this, but you’re not most subs, are you?”
It was a rhetorical question, she knew that, just another way for her mistress to tease her but even so Claire felt happiness well up inside her chest at the compliment. While it was hardly the first time her mistress had praised her or called her a natural submissive it had always been a point of pride nonetheless, “PHhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.”
“You’re very welcome, my dear.” Elise returned, a familiar glint catching her piercings as her smile turned sharp and she held up the far more intimidating form of the inflatable butt plug, “Now, what do you say we move on to something a little more… exciting?”
As if to emphasize her point the pale brunette gave the device a few pumps and Claire felt her eyes go wide as the once modest plug almost instantly inflated to the size of her fist. The thought of having that thing inside of her was honestly a little terrifying, but somehow incredibly arousing as well and the redhead could not help but revel in the masochistic thrill that suddenly came over her, the idea of testing her limits once again making her nipples harden even more and her pussy clench with anticipation as a familiar heat seemed to suffuse her skin. And so, realizing that her mistress was waiting for her approval before proceeding, and despite the fact that her gag was very nearly touching the back of her throat, Claire swallowed softly then nodded firmly, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph!”
“There’s my good girl.” Elise offered with a tiny but honest smile, pressing yet another kiss to her plaything’s lower lip before scooting back just enough to kneel between the older woman’s widely spread legs and pausing ever so slightly, her smile turning wry and her voice teasing, “Though do try and relax, it’ll make things a lot easier.”
Despite the way her mistress winked at her, Claire still nodded and tried her best to obey, forcing her trembling muscles to go slack and trying to lay as still as possible even if she could not once take her eyes off the massive plug resting oh so casually in the younger woman’s hands. Thankfully, and much to her immense relief, Elise chose to deflate the toy again before proceeding, but even so the bound woman felt her breath begin to quicken as she watched the brunette’s smile grow almost teasing as she allowed a hand to trail between her plaything’s breasts and down the smooth expanse of her stomach before gently gliding over the slick and swollen lips of her labia with a maddeningly light touch.
Her control failed her in that instant, body tensing sharply and breath catching in her throat as the unexpected wave of pleasure washed over her, a very different kind of anticipation making her shift against her bonds and moan helplessly into her gag as she tried to regain control only to be taken completely off guard when her mistress used the distraction to instead slide the plug deep into her trembling pussy in one smooth motion.
For a moment, as her vaginal muscles tightened around the intruder and the smooth rubber seemed to caress her velvety inner walls in a shockingly pleasant fashion, Claire wondered if she had actually misread the situation. If she had merely assumed that they toy was a butt plug because of its shape, but just as quickly the pale brunette began gently spin the toy in place and all thought fled the bound woman’s mind as she practically howled in delight, her body spasming as she jerked against the cuffs binding her limbs in a vain attempt to buck her hips against this new and wondrous source of pleasure.
Of course, as was so often the case with the younger woman, her mistress’s games were not so simple. Just as the first stirrings of orgasm began to rise deep within the redhead’s core, Elise jerked the plug free from her plaything’s sex with an almost audible pop. Groaning deep in her throat at the loss of sensation, she jerked against the cuffs again, fighting her bonds with almost fierce desperation as she looked up into her mistress’s eyes with a pleading expression on her face and a muffled whimper trapped behind her gag.
nmoved by the display however, the dominatrix just smiled that oh so mysterious and yet completely domineering smile of hers, the smile that always seemed to send a funny feeling surging through Claire’s stomach, as she held the plug up for inspection once again and reached down with her free hand to finish opening the catsuit’s crotch zipper. It was then and only then that it all finally clicked and the bound woman realized what was actually happening. Elise was not simply teasing her, or at least not just teasing her. No, that was merely a happy coincidence, what the pale brunette had really been doing was lubricating the toy in a very nonstandard, but very exciting way.
Armed with that knowledge Claire tried to brace herself, to force her body to relax once again, but even so she was completely unprepared when the moment finally arrived and, without any further warning, her mistress suddenly surged into action and pressed the plug against her heated skin, working it into her ass with a surprisingly gentle and yet utterly insistent thrust. Much like the gag, the toy popped into place with remarkably little resistance despite the tension filling her but even more than the pressure, the first thing that the bound woman noticed was just how unexpectedly warm the rubber felt. Unlike the stainless steel plug that had been her first introduction to anal, which had felt as cold as ice as it had entered her, this was almost pleasant in comparison. The material also had an almost shocking amount of give to it, sliding deep into her body with almost no struggle and as much as she would have liked to credit that to her growing sense of self control she knew it was more a testament to the toy’s clever design and the almost silky soft material it was made of.
Whatever the case though, she still felt herself moan deep in her chest as the plug seated itself fully, filling her and yet conforming to her as her muscles clenched tight around the intruder, somehow pulling it in even deeper in the process. Overwhelmed by the sensation, and just how much it turned her on, Claire rolled her hips as best she could in her confinement to try and explore the sensation fully, a moan echoing deep in her throat as her eyes slid closed and a blush rose on her cheeks. For a moment or two Elise seemed content to simply watch her plaything squirm, looming over the scene like a sentiment and smiling softly at the almost blissful expression coloring the bound woman’s face, but eventually her expression shifted.
Dropping back down onto her hands and knees, she crawled forward until she was perched above the redhead’s prone form, one palm braced against the mattress to support her weight while the other slipped between latex clad thighs to take hold of the plug’s pump unseen. Leaning in just a bit more until they were practically nose to nose, the tips of her long ebony hair tickling the older woman’s face and prompting a slight smile as she watched gray-blue eyes snap open in surprise, Elise tilted her head ever so slightly and allowed her smile to shift into a smirk, “Is someone enjoying themselves?”
Blushing fiercely, both at their current position and by just how turned on she actually was, Claire felt herself begin to squirm beneath the dominatrix’s stormy gray gaze even as she managed a tiny nod, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”
Lowered herself even further until her slender body was practically laying atop her plaything’s lush frame, Elise’s grin shifted into something positively devilish as she gave the pump a gentle squeeze, “And what about now?”
Claire gasped almost instantly, eyes widening as her back arched instinctively against the sudden sensation of almost overwhelming pressure filling her, the plug expanding slowly and yet insistently while a sound somewhere between a whisper and a moan escaped her tightly packed mouth. And yet, despite all of that, what truly caught her attention was not the simple sense of fullness washing over her but the way the plug seemed to grow as well as expand, pushing its way deeper and deeper into her body, filling her and stretching her and molding itself to her all at once.
It was utterly indescribable, a sensation unlike anything else she had ever experienced and yet so perfect at the same time. So perfect in fact that part of her wondered how she had ever lived without it. More than that she also knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was barely the tip of the iceberg, that her mistress was easing her into it and had barely inflated the toy at all meaning that all of the seemingly overwhelming intensity of the moment was only the beginning. Honestly a part of her was more than a little terrified of that knowledge, but in truth the rest of her could not wait to find out just how much more she could take, and how much further her body could be pushed. It was an excitement that Elise clearly shared if the way the brunette’s eyes seemed to light up as she gave the bulb another half pump was any indication, the sudden surge making the redhead cry out into her gag as she practically shrieked in protest, a potent mix of pleasure and pain making flooding the bound woman and making her writhe against her bonds.
Shifting back to straddle the bond woman’s waist, Elise stroked a flushed cheek with the back of her hand, smiling softening into something almost warm as her voice dipping into a low and husky murmur, “Yes, someone is definitely enjoying themselves.”
Although still lost in the myriad sensations assaulting her body, Claire managed to crane her neck just enough to press against her mistress’s fingers while mewling out a tiny response through her gag, “Pmmnphm, mnphphrmphph...”
“You really were made for this, weren’t you slut?” Elise whispered hotly, the words framed as a question but uttered with such conviction that the bound woman could do nothing but shudder in a potent combination of embarrassment and delight as they washed over her. Not that she had a chance to do much else as the pale girl immediately let go of the pump and slid her hand up a latex-clad thigh to slip a pair of fingers deep into the redhead’s already trembling pussy, reveling in the feeling of those velvety inner walls tightening around her as a smile bloomed on pierced lips, “So wanton, so helpless, so willing, so perfect.”
There was something almost shameful in how much she loved to be touched, especially when made helpless like this, and Claire felt her eyes slide closed as she craned her head back to expose her throat in a gesture of utter submission as clever fingers probed all of her most intimate places in a way that was indescribably wonderful. Mewling softly even as she bit down hard on her gag the redhead tried to shift her hips again, squirming helplessly as she begged her mistress for more and moaning like a bitch in heat as the now undeniable presence of the butt plug amplified the overwhelming sense of fullness that followed as a third fingers slipping into her. The heat already throbbing in her loins seemed to suffuse every inch of her body then but, as embarrassing as it was to admit, no one had ever touched her like Elise had. Be it pleasure or pain the pale brunette could bring her to life and make her flesh sing in ways that she had never even dared to imagine were possible.
Shivering suddenly as well polished nails struck a particularly sensitive spot, all thought fled Claire’s mind for a second time as she threw her shoulders back to arch her spine and thrust her breasts out until the latex sheathing her chest pulled so taut it actually creaked, her muffled voice filled with desperation and longing, “Pmmnphm, mnphphrmphph! Mnrm, pmmnphm mnrm!”
Biting her lower lip and worrying the ring pierced through it as she did, her plaything’s increasingly agitated movement sending a jolt of pleasure deep into her own eager body as the sight of bound woman struggling beneath her fanned the ember of arousal smoldering in her core, Elise found her own hips rocking in sympathy as she reached down with her free hand to open the slender zipper hidden between her own legs, the tight latex parting to expose her own cleanly shaved sex, the ring pierced through her engorged clit glistening in the light, “And best of all, you’re mine. All mine.”
“Mnnrph!” Claire practically cried out in agreement despite the massive gag filling her mouth, that claim of ownership touching something deep in her soul and coiling about her heart with a pleasant warmth, “Nmm mnnrph!”
“Then brace yourself, slut.” Elise warned as she slowly withdrew her fingers from the squirming body beneath her and reached back to take hold of the dildo, “Because I promise, I won’t be gentle.”
Whimpering softly, though whether that was in protest or longing even she could not be certain, Claire bit down onto her gag again and shook her hips invitingly, urging her mistress on even as she tried to force herself to relax, face flushed and breath harsh as she practically panted in anticipation. Still, despite her silent urging she could do nothing but watch as Elise readjusted her position and bit her lip to suppress a moan as she slowly slid one end of the dildo into herself, her flesh offering not the slightest bit of resistance as her body practically swallowed the toy despite its size. A testament to her flexibility, or perhaps just a symbol of how turned on the younger woman actually was despite her apparent self control.
Whatever the case the bound woman felt her own body pulse with heat, her pussy clenching in sympathy as she arched her back again, half mad with want and almost desperate now. Thankfully her mistress did not make her wait long. Still biting her lower lips and worrying the studs pierced through it, stormy gray eyes alight with passion and practically paralyzing in their intensity, the pale brunette slowly lowered her hips down and guided the rest of the dildo into the older woman’s helpless yet eager body inch by agonizing inch. Clenching her own eyes shut the bound redhead moaned almost helplessly, back arching sharply once again as the toy’s passage sent an almost painfully sharp jolt of pleasure up her spine, the sensation of being so utterly and completely filled overwhelming in its intensity and yet so wonderful that some part of her hoped that it would never end.
Of course, Elise seemed to have other plans for as soon as she had seated the toy completely the younger woman began to ride her in earnest, hips thrusting back and forth with ever increasing vigor, so hard in fact that soon enough the entire bed began to rock beneath them and Claire found that she could once again do nothing but strain against her bonds and writhe against her mistress, moaning deep in her throat as the pale brunette fucked her just as she had promised. And really there was no other word to describe what was happening to her in that moment as the dildo filled her to the brim, each thrust of its slick surface stretching delicate flesh and stimulating already raw nerves in a maddeningly pleasurable way.
Able to do little more than endure, the bound redhead tried to maintain some sense of self control, to stretch out the pleasure of the moment, but it was a losing endeavor. Biting down even harder to try and muffle a moan, the older woman’s body seemed to shake and writhe and tremble with a mind of its own as she was pushed ever closer to the edge. More than bondage, more than pain, more than even intimacy, the one thing the redhead had well and truly missed was sex, especially sex like this. Yes, she was more than willing to let her fingers do the walking, and yes she had more than a few vibrators tucked away for lonely nights, but it had been years since someone had simply thrown her down and taken her, ravished her and left her panting and begging for more. Crying out helplessly as her vaginal muscles seemed to spasm madly, body clenched tight around the intruders as if afraid her mistress might stop and leave her at the brink, the bound woman’s struggles did little more than squeeze her delicate inner walls between the silicone cock filling her already quivering pussy and the plug buried up her ass, the new surge of pressure making Claire’s eyes go wide as the last little bit of stimulation was just enough to push her over the edge.
For what felt like an eternity she just hung there, suspended between ecstasy and agony, breath caught in her throat and muscles pulled as taut as spun steel, the surge of adrenaline racing through her veins almost cold despite the heat burning in her core, but just as quickly the moment snapped like a piece of glass and Claire found herself howling in delight as the familiar, onrushing wave of climax crashed into her and carried her away. And yet, even as she eagerly gave herself over to the inexorable tide of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced washing over her, her mistress did not stop. Indeed, lost in her own pleasure Elise only seemed to intensify the motion of her hips in response, biting down so hard on her lower lip that she almost drew blood as she continued to fuck the quaking form beneath her with almost bruising intensity, tiny whimpers escaping her slender throat as she gripped the blanket tightly with one hand while the other trailed up over her bare stomach to cup a modest but shapely breast, pierced nipples proudly presenting themselves through the thin material of her halter top.
As she worked a sheen of sweat began to glisten on pale skin, proof positive of just how hard she was truly exerting herself, eyes slowly sliding closed as her breath began to quicken and her thighs began to tremble. In the midst of all of that the young dominatrix suddenly hunched over sharply, arms trembling as she locked eyes with her plaything and a tiny grin formed on her lips.
Clearly entranced by the sight of the older woman almost thrashing beneath her in the throes of orgasm, Elise twisted her entire body and drove her hips down so fiercely that the dildo connecting them shifted sharply and managed to strike all of their most sensitive places at once. It was not the first time her mistress had done something like this of course, indeed the brunette seemed to enjoy pushing her lovers to their very limits with both pleasure and pain, but as much as thinking of herself as the younger woman’s lover brought a brand new blush to Claire’s already flushed face, and a tiny smile to her widely stretched lips, there was no time to dwell on any of it when a second orgasm that was somehow even more intense than the first suddenly blossomed deep within her with shattering intensity.
Cumming so hard that it almost hurt, tears prickled in the corners of the redhead’s eyes as the sensation of pleasure and pain raced through her tightly bound frame like lightning, twining together and lifting her to heights she had never before experienced. Shrieking like a banshee now as she jerked hard against her bonds, the muscles of her limbs trembling beneath the strain as she began to buck her hips madly against the source of her pleasure, the utterly helpless woman felt her vision actually begin to dim as the warm bliss of subspace rushed to embrace her despite her best efforts to hold on to the moment for just a bit longer and bask in the intoxicating sensations running riot throughout her body.
That seemed to be the final straw for Elise as well, a shock wave rocketing through the slender brunette’s own sender frame as her seemingly iron bound self control failed her at last. Arching her spine in a way that looked honestly painful, the younger woman threw her own head back to scream her ecstasy to the heavens, toes curling sharply as she surged forward to brace herself against the redhead’s heaving chest, fingers tightening into claws as she instinctively cupped the older woman’s generous breasts while grind their hips together almost desperately in a vaguely circular motion.
Even distracted as she was by her own climax, and the sudden pain of having her tits so harshly fondled, as Claire watched through hooded eyes she could not help but be entranced by the sight of her mistress losing all control. There had been moments like this in the past of course, brief instances in which the younger woman’s mask had slipped and the girl underneath shone through, the cool and collected dominatrix that she liked to present herself as when they were together giving way for something far more intimate. A girl that was still confident and self-assured and oh so beautiful, but one that could be sweet and sensitive and even insecure at times. In truth the contrast only made the redhead love her even more, because for as much as she loved the fantasy of it all, as much as she appreciated the way the younger woman made her feel when they played their games together, the knowledge that Elise seemed to trust her enough to show her true self made the redhead feel special.
Moreover, as she watched the raw passion on display before her, the pale brunette’s slender body quaking with pleasure as she howled beneath the onslaught of a truly monstrous orgasm, the bound woman also could not help but feel a bit pleased with herself. While she knew that the younger woman was no more a virgin than she was, in their times together her mistress had never indulged herself like this, and had certainly never allowed herself to lose control so completely. The fact that Elise was now willing to offer herself up like this, to solidify the intimacy that had always seemed to linger in the air between them prompted a very different, but far more satisfying sort of heat to settle in Claire’s chest and wrap around her heart like a warm blanket.
And yet, even as she reveled in the feeling that she was not quite willing to name just yet, her mistress seemed to reach the end of her rope. Practically thrashing as she rode her plaything’s helpless form, the younger woman managed to push herself over the edge for a second time, her voice actually cracking as she screamed in an absolute ecstasy and every fiber of her being seemed to go taut as spun steel. So taut in fact that the veins in her arms and the ridges of her abdominals actually stood out sharply beneath pale skin. In truth the position looked almost painful, but if the expression of utter bliss etched upon the younger woman’s face was any indication she was certainly enjoying herself in any case. Despite that, however, she seemed to crumble a moment later, her entire body collapsing like a puppet with its string cut as her muscles gave out all of a sudden and she toppled over to land atop the redhead’s still tightly bound body in a heap.
Although she let out a muffled ‘oof’ when the younger woman’s weight fell atop her splayed out form, following by an almost shuddering moan as the sudden motion made the dildo still connecting them twist against already hyper-stimulated flesh as it slid free of their bodies, in the end Claire could only smile softly at the admittedly adorable sight of her her mistress using her as a pillow. Elise was far from heavy after all, and watching the younger woman’s body tremble with aftershocks as pale limbs tangled with her own and dark hair splayed across her chest like an ebony wave was strangely endearing.
Indeed, for what felt like an eternity she was content to simply lay there, basking in the blissfully warm afterglow that always seemed to accompany really great sex while reveling in the fading embers of orgasm slowly cooling within her aching but well sated flesh. Honestly it had been so long she could not actually remember the last time she had felt this content and for a moment she thought she might actually drift off despite the cuffs bending her legs into decidedly unnatural angles and the gag stretching her jaw almost painfully wide. However, as she lay there, slowly coming down from the cocktail of endorphins and adrenaline saturating her blood, the redhead noticed that Elise’s own shivers were not slowing. Indeed, the pale brunette was practically quaking now even if it was obvious that she was trying her hardest to stay still and muffle the quiet sobs escaping her throat.
Shocked when it suddenly clicked that the young woman was not trembling, but crying, Claire instinctively tried to wrap her arms around the brunette’s slender frame and hold her close only to be stymied by her bonds. Arms tensing as she fought against the cuffs binding her wrists, the struggles making her entire body rock back and forth despite the weight pinning her down, the older woman tried to call out but between her gag and a voice still somewhat hoarse from screaming it was no use. If anything her struggles only seemed to make it worse as the pale girl suddenly curled in on herself, slender but deceptively strong limbs embracing the invitingly warm body beneath her as if holding on for dear life even as she moved to bury her face in her companion's fiery red mane.
“I’m sorry.” Elise eventually whispered, her voice little more than a broken whisper as she sobbed almost openly now, “This… I can’t… This was a mistake.”
Even as the note of quiet despair underlining those words, so unlike the confidence with which her mistress usually spoke, gave her pause Claire felt her heart break just a little, some part of her mind practically screaming as she wondered what it was she had done wrong to earn a reaction like that, especially after such a wonderful moment. Still, compassion for the obvious misery on display in the younger woman’s voice seemed to override everything else as the bound woman twisted her wrists to try and reach the clasps holding her cuffs in place and tilted her head to nuzzle the pale brunette, “Mnphphrmphph?”
“I’m sorry.” Elise repeated, her companion's muffled plea rousing the girl just enough to lift her head and reveal tear stained cheeks, trails of mascara marring pale skin in a way that, in different circumstances, might have been a little sexy. Eyes like lead and breath still shaky, though clearly in better control of herself now, words seemed to pour from the brunette’s pierced lips as she barred her soul, “When I ran into you at Velvet Chains it was terrifying, but when you asked me to stay it was like all of my dreams had come true. And when you came back? Words can’t describe how happy that made me.”
Unconsciously squirming beneath the younger woman’s body, more than a little shocked by those words but unable to look away as a pleasant tingle seemed to swirl in her stomach, Claire swallowed softly around her gag, voice muffled but still thick with emotion “Mnphphrmphph…”
Another sob suddenly tore itself free from Elise’s throat, a fresh tear rolling down her cheek, suspended in the air like a drop of crystal for the briefest of instants before plunging down to patters against the latex covering Claire’s chest with a softly audible sound, “Touching you, teasing you, punishing you, listening to your pretty voice scream in ecstasy when I pleasured you, it was all so wonderful but it’s not enough. I tried to hold it together, I tried to be professional, to be the domme you needed me to be, but I crossed so many lines and it's still not enough! I’m sorry that I’m so selfish, that I want more, but I do. I want you. I want you so bad it hurts and I know I shouldn’t and it’s killing me!”
Despite the fact that she was practically choking the words out between sobs by the end, the raw sentiment in that desperate confession was still as clear as day and Claire felt her eyes widen just a bit. Some part of her was shocked by the confession, by the despair and passion pouring out of the slender young woman perched above her, but the rest could not help but be struck by something else entirely. Her mistress had always seemed to be so calm, so powerful, so in control of herself and everything around her, like a queen holding court, but perhaps that was part of the problem. Perhaps she had forgotten that beneath the mask of the dominatrix was a real, flesh and blood woman with fears and desires of her own.
And indeed the more she thought back to it the more the pieces seemed to fall into place. From their very first meeting there had been a tension in the air, not just the shock of unexpectedly recognizing each other, but something deeper. A fascination, an attraction that had lingering between them and had only strengthened with time. Moreover, as they had spent time together, gotten to know each other better, the intimacy growing between them was equally undeniable. Perhaps part of that was the trust vital to BDSM, but some of it was clearly far more than that. Each time they had danced closer and closer to some unspoken line that neither one of them had ever dared to acknowledge until they had finally skirted over the edge entirely. And now that they were alone together, in her bedroom after having made love on her bed no less, with the younger woman sobbing her heart out it struck Claire then that the truth of what they were, and what the pale brunette had come to mean to her, could no longer be denied.
Heart melting in sympathy, and for perhaps the first time wishing that she wasn’t bound and gagged, the redhead lifted herself off the pillow as best she could and did the one thing she hoped might get through to her mistress even now, the one thing she had never done before, and used her safeword, “Nmnhnphphmr.”
Her supposition proved correct. As soon as she spoke, muffled though it was, Elise started in surprise and reacted instantly, everything else shoved aside as the brunette braced herself with one hand and reached out with the other to unfasten her companion's gag, pulling the thing from the redhead’s mouth as quickly and yet as gently as she could, the intricately shaped rubber ball sliding free with more than a little resistance and a faintly audible pop. And yet, as the pale young woman opened her mouth to speak, Claire struck. Having at last managed to reach the clips locking her cuffs together the older woman’s body seemed to uncoil as her hands shot up to tangle within her mistress’s inky black hair and pull her close. Even through the latex sheathing her fingers those dark locks were just as silky soft as she had always imagined and it took every ounce of willpower she had to resist losing herself in the moment, especially given how many times she had fantasized about doing something like this.
Instead she just flashed what she hoped was a warm and reassuring smile as she drew the other girl into a deep and hungry kiss. Some part of her had always thought it unfair that she had never really been able to touch her mistress properly beyond a few simple embraces, especially given how much the pale brunette clearly enjoyed touching her. Not that she had minded of course, she loved the feeling of the younger woman’s hands upon her body, of strong yet delicate fingers molding and sculpting her flesh with a reverence that was almost sublime. A sensation that was especially intense when she was helplessly bound and gagged and completely unable to defend herself. Still, the simple truth of the matter was that had long wished she could return the favor, to make Elise feel as loved and as beautiful and as wanted as she herself had always felt in those moments, but somehow she had never dared to voice those desires until now. Looking back she could not help but regret that decision. After all, perhaps they could have avoided all of this if only she had been a bit braver and a bit more willing to confront her own desires, but now was not the time for regrets.
Focusing only on the here and now, only on the woman now in her arms, Claire tightened her grip and kissed Elise with all of her might. Kissed her like their very lives depended upon it, as if every secret of the universe lay in that sweet and willing mouth trapped beneath her lips. Reveling in the sensation of decadently soft lips contrasted by the twin studs and slender ring pierced through them in a lopsided spider bite, the redhead only deepened the kiss further as the younger woman finally began to react, probing gently with her tongue as she struggled put all of her desires, all of her passion, all of her feelings into this one moment.
Perhaps it worked because the pale brunette seemed to melt beneath the onslaught, the tension fleeing her shoulders as she slowly began to relax beneath the older woman’s touch and tentatively returned the kiss, eyes sliding closed as a moan echoed deep in her throat before slowly opening her mouth in silent invitation. An invitation to the gentle tongue teasing her lips, and an equally silent plea to her lover. Keenly aware of the fact that this was their first kiss, and determined to make it a good one, Claire eagerly accepted that invitation and moved to gently slip her tongue between those parts lips, confirming for herself that the younger woman’s own tongue was indeed pierced as she began to explore her mistress’s mouth in earnest, secretly thrilled by the way the pale brunette was allowing her this moment of control.
Slowly and pleasurably the pair gave themselves over to that utterly sensuous dance, a strange but wondrous battle for control taking place as they both struggled to dominate the kiss even as Elise gave herself over to the older woman’s touch more and more. Unfortunately it seemed that even the most perfect eternity could not last forever and eventually the redhead was forced to break off the kiss, her lungs burning with need though the tiny whimper that seemed to accompany that loss of contact broke her heart just a little. Still, despite the younger woman’s obvious disappointment, she offered what she hoped was another reassuring smile while using the pads of her thumbs to wipe away the brunette’s tears, though in the end all that really seemed to do was smear her makeup even further.
“I’m yours, mistress.” Claire practically whispered, as if afraid she might spook the other woman, “From the very first time you touched me, every last bit of me was yours.”
Although still flushed, and perhaps a bit dazed from that kiss, Elise seemed to brighten visibly at those words, eyes flashing with something like hope even if her voice was still a little shaky, as if she could not fully trust herself to speak, or could not bring herself to truly believe just yet, “Really?”
Smiling turning just a touch mischievous as an idea began to take shape in the back of her mind, Claire took hold of the younger woman’s shoulders and flipped the both of them over with an unexpected burst of strength, reversing their positions and leaving the pale brunette sprawled out on the bed beneath her this time. For a moment she allowed herself to enjoy the look of stunned surprise painted upon Elise’s face before leaning in so close that their lips very nearly touched, hot breath tickling her skin as the brunette’s breath began to quicken, “Silly girl. I suppose I’ll just have to show you then, won’t I?”
Swallowing hard, Elise just nodded, lust warring with elation as she wordlessly gave her consent to the unspoken question and Claire just smiled before pressing another kiss to her mistress’s lips, surprised but pleased that the younger woman was still allowing her to take charge like this. Truth be told she was not a particularly dominant person, not sexually at least, and had made that quite clear from the beginning, but some part of her could not help but thrill at the thought of having her mistress like this, of having the young dominatrix who had so effortless controlled her and made her sing with both pleasure and pain lain out helplessly beneath her. It was a shock to be sure, but not exactly an unwelcome one as a familiar ember of arousal reignited in her core.
Besides, when it came to matters of the heart there could be no doubt that she was the more experienced for once and so perhaps it was appropriate for her that she take charge like this, just this once. Smiling softening, the redhead bent down and offered another kiss and then another and another and another as she worked her way along the curve of the slender brunette’s jaw and down her elegant throat to nip at her pulse with just enough force to leave a faint mark, and elicit a tiny moan of pleasure. Electrified by the reality of marking her mistress, of claiming her as she had been claimed so long ago, and thrilled by the way the younger woman’s entire body seemed to stiffed as she craned her neck to bare her throat, Claire continued to work her way down, kisses trailing along a pale shoulder and down the sensitive skin of the brunette’s equally pale chest. With eager, almost reverent, fingers the older woman practically tore open her mistress’s top, stretching the dark latex to its limits as she practically shoved the halter aside to expose modest but shapely breasts to the cool afternoon air, hard and eager nipples pierced with tiny silver rings standing out proudly.
For her part Elise’s breath seemed to hitch again when those same gentle fingers began to caress her curves, kneading and fondling as if afraid the younger woman might vanish at any moment, only to moan loudly and involuntarily arch her back when those sweet lips that had been branding her skin like the most delicate of tortures suddenly closed around one of her nipples, teeth nipping at tender flesh before a hot tongue began to swirl around that delicate nub in a maddeningly pleasurable dance. Biting her lip to try and stay silent, the pale brunette instinctively reached up to tangle her fingers in her lover’s fiery red hair only to be taken by surprise once again when strong hands took hold of her wrists instead and pinned her down to the mattress gently but firmly.
Despite the… intensity of her earlier release, the brunette felt a pulse of arousal bloom between her legs and a deeper, far more desperate moan escaped her throat as she began to writhe and squirm against the older woman’s lush frame. A surrender, a benediction, a not so silent plea for more, a plea which Claire clearly understood as the redhead smiled once again as began to work her way even lower, velvety lips abandoning her mistress’s chest to press a kiss to the base of her sternum before gliding down the smooth plains of her stomach and around the edge of her navel, the younger woman’s splayed out position and playful struggles making the faint ridges of her abdominal muscles stand out even more sharply with each and every trembling breath.
As she intensified her efforts Claire was tempted, sorely tempted, to mark that pale skin just as she had marked her mistress’s throat, but in the end she held herself back. Now was not the time, and besides that she had far more… pleasurable ideas on how to make certain Elise knew exactly how she felt. Excitement building in her chest as she reached the waistband of the skin tight shorts the younger woman was wearing, the redhead paused for the briefest moment before finally deciding to release the dominatrix’s wrists, pleased by the way the girl seemed to stay perfectly still despite that, and finished opening the zipper adorning that dark latex with eager anticipation. Anticipation that coiled in her chest like a living thing, her nipples hardening in sympathy as she pulled the tight material aside to leave her mistress naked at last.
Truth be told Claire had to bite her own lip to try and maintain control as she watched the younger woman squirm ever so slightly beneath her, pale skin turning a deep red as she blushed prettily beneath her plaything’s almost hungry gaze. For all that Elise was not shy in the slightest about her body, the brunette had still always covered herself in each of their previous encounters, no matter how much clothing she commanded the older woman to shed. Perhaps that was part of the game, a subtle showing of dominance, but whatever the case may be the truth was that the redhead had never actually seen the pale dominatrix naked before and now that she had the chance she could not help drink in the sight, committing every curve of that beautifully slender and yet remarkably shapely form to memory.
Unbidden, a hunger seemed to wake in the older woman’s core, a raw need that she had not felt in years as her eyes continued to roam, taking in not only those perfectly shaped breasts and tightly toned form, but also a little shocked to realize that her mistress’s pussy was completely shaved, or perhaps waxed given the complete lack of stubble marring smooth skin, while a ring almost identical to the ones adorning her nipples and lower lip transfixed her engorged clit. Perhaps it should not have been a surprise all things considered, but Claire still felt a new spike of arousal swirl in her gut as her own pussy clenched in sympathy. To be perfectly honest it was a surprisingly cute look, a bit bold in some way she could not name and one that certainly fit the younger woman’s style, but more than that there was something oddly arousing about the sight and as she looked back up into Elise’s blushing and almost bashful face the redhead could not help but be struck once again by just how utterly beautiful her mistress was.
Shaking her head to clear it, and adopting what she hoped was a seductive smile, Claire unconsciously licked her lips before gently lowering herself down onto the bed and settling between her mistress’s now widely spread thighs to capture the younger woman’s bare sex in a deep and passionate kiss. In truth it had been more than twenty years since the last time the older woman had eaten pussy, but as she ran her tongue along the curves and folds of the slender brunette’s labia and teased her hard and eager clit, surprised at how curiously pleasant the contrast between soft flesh and hard metal felt as the piercing adorning that tiny nub glided against her, it was clear that she was doing something right as Elise moaned with unexpectedly fierce intensity, her body twisting and her hips jumping up off the mattress as if desperately searching for more. A plea that the redhead was more than happy to answer, the heady scent of arousal filling her nose and spurring her on as she licked and lapped and teased, guided all the while by the constant stream of gasps and moans and trembling sighs that followed as she worked her lover to the edge. Her lover.
The thought alone gave her pause. How long had it been since the last time she had been able to use that word? To know that she truly belonged to someone else just as they belonged to her in turn? Far too long in any case and even if a slight pain still lingered in her chest from the memory of love lost it seemed to pale in comparison to the invigorating warmth of love gained and as she focused all of her attention, all of her affection, into pleasuring her mistress Claire could not help but think on how much she had missed this feeling without even realizing it, and how glad she was to finally have it back.
Still, as much as she would have liked to simply wrap herself up in the moment she knew that now was not the time for distractions, especially when pale thighs suddenly clamped tight around her head and long fingers tangled into her hair, the she slender girl writhing beneath her ministrations wordlessly urging her. Grinning sharply almost despite herself, and drawing upon her memories of the techniques that had always driven her wild, the redhead redoubled her efforts, plunging her tongue deep into her mistress’s body and relentlessly seeking out all of her most sensitive places, the almost alien sensation of the younger woman’s velvety inner walls tightening around her as vaginal muscles clenched sending a spike of arousal deep into her own loins.
Perhaps it was a testament to how worked up the both of them truly were, but in moments Elise was lost, reduced to little more than a moaning, panting mess as her hands clenched almost painfully tight in the older woman’s hair hair and every fiber of be being pulled taut as she trembled right upon the precipice of release. In a different time and a different place Claire might have tried to draw the moment out, to hold her lover on the edge and make her beg just as the young dominatrix seemed to enjoy doing to her, but as much as she might have enjoyed turning the tables, right now there was a very different message she wanted to send. And so the redhead simply redoubled her efforts yet again, shifting her position just enough to tease Elise’s clit with her upper lip while twisting her tongue in a faintly swirling motion as she probed as deeply as she could, hands gripping those pale thighs tight to hold her mistress in place as her body began to practically convulse beneath the onslaught.
Already stretched thin, emotionally worn and balanced upon a razor’s edge, what little self control Elise had left shattered almost completely no more than a few heartbeats later. Gasping almost harshly as her breath caught in her throat, the young woman’s body jerked hard as she bucked against the source of her pleasure, spine arching painfully as she seemed to spasm against the sheer force of the orgasm that tore itself free from her aching loins. Twisted her head to bury her face in the pillow, fingers and toes curled into claws as she practically crushed that sweet mouth against her quaking sex, the pale brunette screamed until her voice very nearly gave out, until her lungs practically burned from the lack of oxygen and her throat ached from the sheer intensity of it all, but all of that was distant at best as she rode the redhead’s tongue in a wave of complete and utter bliss.
Even so, as shattering as the moment was, eventually even the sheer intensity of her climax ran its course and the young woman’s eyes practically rolled up into her head as she finally let go, collapsing in a boneless heap, breath little more than a ragged pant and pale skin flushed with a sheen of sweat as she trembled and moaned and simply drifted in that absolutely euphoric afterglow. Sparing a moment to gently lick her mistress clean, reveling in the way the younger woman seemed to shiver beneath her tongue as aftershocks shot through her slender frame, Claire eventually disentangled the now limp fingers still woven into her messy red hair and slowly lifted herself up to gaze upon her handiwork.
Smiling at how spent and how satisfied her mistress looked as she slowly came back down to earth, the redhead crawled forward and carefully laid herself down upon the mattress to take the younger girl into her arms, pleased by the way Elise seemed to unconsciously burrow into the embrace. Tucking the younger girl’s head beneath her chin and gently rubbing her back, for a long moment the pair just lay like that, the redhead content to simply hold her lover close and gently guide her back down as her breath began to steady and her trembling body began to still. Eventually, after what felt like an almost blissful eternity of simply reveling in the comfort of each other’s presence, the pale brunette calmed down enough to return her lover’s embrace, pale arms snaking around the older woman’s latex-clad body to hold her close with surprisingly strength.
Swallowing hard and wincing at how sore her throat was, tears of a very different sort threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes, Elise spoke in a hushed and almost tentative whisper, “Am I dreaming?”
Kissing the crown of the younger woman’s head and tightening her grip, Claire pitched her own voice into a low and comforting murmur, as if she too were afraid that the moment might shatter, “No, mistress.”
Sniffling a little, Elise closed her eyes and buried her face in the redhead’s bosom, “Then, does that mean you’ll be mine?”
Part of Claire wanted to tease her mistress, to point out that she’d always been hers, but in the end she just smiled, “Always, mistress. As long as you’ll be mine.”
“I always was.” Elise confessed quietly, as if afraid to speak the truth but unable to stop herself, “All you ever had to do was ask.”
A faint tinge of pink colored her cheeks at that surprisingly pleasant revelation, but even so Claire bit her lip to suppress a smile. As good as it felt to be desired, so much so that she had not even realized how much she craved the feeling until this very moment in fact, the younger girl’s response could not help but beg the question, “Mistress, I…”
“Elise.” the brunette interrupted with surprising fierceness before her voice softened again, into something almost bashful, “Please, call me Elise.”
“Elise then.” Claire agreed, a tiny grin curling her lips at the way the slender figure seemed to shift in her arms to twine their legs together, “But I have to know, how long have you felt this way?”
There was a long pause and for a brief moment the redhead feared she might have crossed some unseen line before Elise let out a shaky breath and resumed her almost whispered confession, “A long time. It was years ago, but do you remember when Talia invited me to that beach party? As if sunlight and I ever got along.” The pale young woman let out a tiny snort of laughter at her own joke before continuing, “Still, it was nice of her, and I admit I had fun, but when I saw you come out of the changing room in that bikini? I swear my poor little gay heart was going to explode.”
Claire felt her blush darken at that particular revelation. She did indeed remember that trip, if but barely, and part of her could not help but feel a little flattered especially considering that her swimsuit at the time had been fairly conservative, at least as far as bikinis went. Still, she could not help but wonder, “That long?”
“Not… exactly.” Elise added, clearly a bit embarrassed but pushing on anyway, “It was just a crush at first, nothing serious. I mostly put it out of my mind and I thought I’d grown past it. Besides, we barely saw each other after that. I dated, I graduated, I found out I was a kinky bitch at heart, and I thought I’d moved on, but…”
“But?” Claire prompted, hanging on every word now.
“I guess something must have lingered and it all rushed back when I saw you again sitting nervously in my dungeon.” Elise continued, finally tilted her head back to meet the older woman’s gaze, “It was so easy to be with you, and not just because you’re a natural. Something just clicked between us. It felt so right, and every day I fell a little bit more in love. It scared the hell out of me, but I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to.”
In a way it was one of the sweetest things that anyone had ever said to her, and as she instinctively tightened her grip into what she hoped was a comforting embrace Claire felt herself smile. Leaning in close she pressed a soft kiss to her mistress’s positively delectable lips before offering a whispered confession of her own, determined in her heart of hearts to offer this wondrous creature in her arms the truth, “I felt it too. The ease, the connection, the tension in the air when you touched me. Maybe I didn’t want to see it at first, or maybe it’s just been so long that I forgot what it feels like, but I meant what I said that afternoon. I trust you, Elise. With my body, with my soul, with all my heart. I had never really considered finding someone else before, but being with you completes me, makes me whole in a way I can’t even begin to describe. I’m sorry that my silence made you suffer, but I love you Elise.”
Eyes watery, but face alight with pure joy, Elise leaned in to claim a kiss of her own, one deeper and just a bit more desperate in its intensity, her voice breathless and shaky and yet full of hope, “Please, say that again.”
“I love you.” Claire gladly replied, carefully maintaining eye contact all the while even as she shifted her hands to rub the younger woman’s back and practically mold that slender frame against her own, “I love you.”
Elise actually shivered with delight, biting her lip to suppress a moan before capturing her plaything’s lips in hard and hungry kiss thick with passion, one hand roaming down to cup the older woman’s generously curved ass while the other trailed up her spine to once again weave into her long, coppery hair. Gaze hooded, and yet eyes practically burning as she finally broke the kiss, an easy and almost confident smile suddenly graced the brunette’s features, “So does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”
Honestly a bit breathless from the kiss, but also chuckling ever so softly at the utter mundanity of the question, Claire nodded, “Your girlfriend, you lover, your slave. I’ll be anything you want me to be, mistress.”
“I like the sound of that.” Elise admitted before letting out a contented sigh and snuggling up against her companion’s very comfortable curves, “You know, I’ve never actually had a slave of my own before.”
“And I’ve never been anyone’s slave before,” Claire added with a tiny and almost impish smile, “but I’m sure we’ll both have a lot of fun finding out what it’s like. Though there is one thing I didn’t expect.”
“And what might that be, slave?” Elise teased, clearly enjoying the way the other woman shivered while idly stroking her hair.
Despite the unexpected thrill she felt at her new title, cheeks flush with excitement as arousal spread beneath her skin like fire and made the catsuit almost unbearably hot, Claire managed to keep that impish smile in place as she adopted an intentionally teasing tone of her own, “I was surprised you were so willing to let me take charge earlier.”
Elise actually stuck out her tongue before drawing herself up with a deliberate and playfully put upon expression, an expression which actually looked rather adorable truth be told, though Claire was kind enough not to point that out, “If you must know, my mentor had some very specific ideas about being a domme. She always said that I had to know what it felt like to be dominated before I could ever hope to dominate someone properly, so I started out being trained as a submissive.”
It was such an incongruous mental image to try and imagine her mistress in such a position, to envision the young woman who had always seemed so powerful and so in control, until today at least, bound and gagged and at the mercy of another. At the same time the thought would not leave her be and Claire felt an almost taboo thrill swirl in her stomach as she clutched that image close to her heart. Still, she voiced none of that and instead allowed herself to smile, “Sounds like your teacher was very strict.”
“She was,” Elise admitted, the tiniest of blushes coloring her cheeks at what was clearly a pleasant memory, “but I learned a lot from her.”
“What was her name?” Claire found herself wondering, honestly curious even as she barely dared to breath, wondering if her mistress would actually answer.
“Lydia.” Elise returned without hesitation, an unmistakable tone of fondness underlining her voice, “Her name was Lydia and you wouldn’t believe some of the things she did to me. Our games are positively amateurish in comparison.”
“Then I suppose you’ll just have to teach me, won’t you mistress?” Claire asked, almost rhetorically, her smile turning just a touch mischievous as she did, “Still, I have to admit that the thought of you wrapped up in bondage is a rather… enticing one, mistress. I wish I could have seen that, or is it too late to ask for a demonstration?”
Rather than answer with words, Elise allowed the hand that had been gently fondling her plaything’s backside to slide down and give the butt plug that Claire had almost forgotten she was still wearing a firm pump. Tightening her grip on the older woman’s hair and forcing their eyes to meet even as the redhead gasped in surprise, a thin smile curled pierced lips as she slowly forced her knee between latex-covered thighs, “I you have enough energy to backtalk me, slut, then I suppose you have enough energy for round three.”
Between the seemingly iron-hard grip holding her head in place, and the way the sharply expanding plug felt as if it were splitting her in half, Claire could barely manage more than an aroused whimper before moaning almost desperately as she felt her mistress’s thigh begin to grind against her still exposed pussy. Not that she had to say a word as Elise seemed to read her easily enough in that moment, the pale brunette almost smirking before their lips met in yet another kiss, a hot and hungry kiss that only seemed to grow fiercer and hungrier with each passing heartbeat until the whole world was reduced to nothing but sensation and the eager thrill of bodies writhing against each other. And yet, in that brief instant before she gave herself fully to the younger woman’s passion, Claire could not help but marvel at all that had just happened and what it all might mean going forward. Perhaps on the surface little had truly changed between them, but the unrestrained longing in her mistress’s touch and the almost intoxicating ardor with which her own body seemed to respond told a very different story. It was undeniable that from that very first moment their paths had crossed again that Elise had brought light and passion into the dull routine her life had become, but now it felt like so much more. Almost as if she were standing on the precipice of something truly wonderful and for the first time in a very long time the future seemed bright.