Late Nights
Alys stumbled backwards into the tiny apartment, struggling to keep her balance as she kicked the door shut, keys dangling loosely in one hand while her other was wrapped around the girl pressed tightly to her chest. All the while neither one of them broke the kiss they had been holding. On autopilot, she managed to toss her keys onto a nearby table and kick off her shoes and, with her right hand now free to tangle itself amid the pink locks of her companion, she tightened her embrace. When the kiss finally broke a moment later she grinned down at the smaller girl who returned the grin while letting her own hands trace abstract patterns along Alys’ back and up the ridges of her spine. Still without saying a word Alys zipped in to land a quick peck on the girl’s nose, who blinked rather comically at the sudden contact, before throwing them both backwards into the old couch she had pushed against the wall. The girl shrieked in surprise as they hit the cushions, springs grunting in protest at the sudden impact, to find herself sitting somewhat awkwardly in Alys’ lap. Laughing softly at the absurdity of it all as she brushed her hair from her face, the girl looked down at her companion and smiled before leaning down to rest against the taller girl’s chest.
Raising a hand to the girl’s face, Alys cupped her chin and brought their lips back together for another kiss, the trio of rings through her lower lip, as well as the girl’s matching pair, scraping against soft flesh, tongue studs clacking together as they briefly struggled for control of the kiss. It did not take long, however, for Alys to assert her control, slowly snaking her tongue down the other girl’s throat and grinning as she felt her companion go slack with surrender. Once in control she allowed herself a moment to relish the smaller girl in her arms before pulling back with deliberate slowness, pale faces flushed and breath short.
Alys idly allowed her fingers to trace along the curves of the girl’s face, reveling in the way she sighed and leaned into the touch, before speaking in a soft voice, “Ophelia? Are you ready?”
Heavily shadowed brown eyes slid open and, in response, delicate pale fingers with nails painted the same shade of hot pink as her hair and decorated with intricate black patterns began to unbutton Alys’ blouse. The dark red material, just a shade or two lighter than her nearly black lipstick, already displayed a generous amount of cleavage and left no doubt that there was nothing between it and her milky skin. With a rushed intensity the buttons flew open and Ophelia cast the cloth aside, baring her lover’s breasts, light pink nipples pierced with tiny rings already rock hard. Sliding the material off of her shoulders, Ophelia began to explore the woman’s torso, reveling in the brief moments of dominance her girlfriend would allow her before seizing control again. With deliberate care she traced the tangle of dark black lines tattooed onto Alys’ skin, the stark pattern flowing down from her right shoulder down her side before cupping a breast above and below then continuing down to disappear into the waistband of her jeans. A pattern that she knew traveled all the way down to the toes. With a feather light touch she slid her hand down her lover’s right arm, removing the sleeve as she went, still tracing the pattern, before raising the hand to her lips and kissing tattooed fingers. A heartbeat later she continued the process on the left side, this time tracing the more Oriental style ink, following the black semi-circles that looked like waves as they flowed over Alys’ muscles and ribs, brightly colored flowers occasionally breaking up those dark waves. That pattern was smaller, only from wrist to mid-thigh, but just as dramatic. From intimate familiarity with her lover’s body, Ophelia also knew that Alys’ back was equally marked with a pair of wings. Feathery and yet dark, like a fallen angel. The symbolism was not lost on her.
That exploration of her lover’s tattoos momentarily complete, Ophelia turned her attention to more important things. With deliberate slowness, Alys’ soft gasps beneath her touch music to her ears, she traced the other girl’s rib cage with both hands before cupping those generous breasts, kneading softly as she slowly lowered her head. Gasps became moans as Ophelia darted out with her tongue and began to lick her lover’s skin, paying special attention to the delicate flesh between those lovely mounds. Strong hands with long fingers snaked up to tangle in her hair, guiding her as she laid a long series of delicate pecks up one of those breasts before gently taking a nipple between her teeth, nipping softly and shivering just a little at the throaty moan she received in turn before encircling it with her lips and exploring the nub, as well as the ring pierced through it, with the tip of her tongue. Finally, she took that piercing between her teeth and tugged gently while suckling like a babe.
Alys let her eyes slide closed, moaning quietly under the assault of delicate lips upon her bosom, idly stroking her lover’s hair as she did so. Her breath briefly caught in her throat as Ophelia switched breasts, questing fingers pinching and rolling the now free nipple and for several long moments she allowed her girlfriend this freedom to explore her body, reveling in the sensations before she slowly slid her hands down Ophelia’s back. When she at last rested her palms against the smaller girl’s waist, she took hold of the dark shirt she was wearing and quickly, suddenly, pulled it up over her head. Gasping in surprise, Ophelia was forced to pull away, instinctively lifting her arms as she did, but that was just the opportunity Alys had been waiting for. Using her left hand she twisted the shirt, effectively binding Ophelia’s arms awkwardly over her head while blinding her, leaving only her mouth exposed. Even as her right hand unclasped Ophelia’s bra, freeing her own smaller breasts from their confinement, their lips met again. This was no duel of equals, however. Alys put all of her power, all of her passion, into the kiss, practically branding her girlfriend with its intensity. Ophelia’s defenses crumbled almost instantly under the assault and she could do naught but meekly submit to it, moaning deeply in her throat as Alys plundered her mouth. At last Alys showed mercy and broke the contact, pulling the shirt away completely and sliding the bra off in the same motion, leaving the girl sitting topless in her lap.
Grinning at her slightly flushed lover, Alys dropped her hands to Ophelia’s waist again and began to stroke her paper-white skin, fingers occasionally gliding back to brush over the riot of black lines tattooed on the girl’s back. Mirroring the motion Ophelia reached out to resume her explorations of Alys’ own body before the taller girl suddenly twisted to the side, flipping Ophelia off of her lap and into one of the waiting cushions. Ophelia watched, a bit confused and more than a little disappointed as Alys levered herself off the couch and stood to her full height, though most higher thoughts were quickly washed away as Alys stretched her arms over her head while arching her back, the motions doing very interesting things to her chest. Eye sparkling, the brunette let a seductive smirk grace her lips as she cocked her hips slightly and began to slowly remove the studded leather belt around her waist, casting it aside casually into the growing pile of clothes. With equal slowness she began to unfasten her artfully torn jeans one button at a time, teasingly showing even more skin as she opened the dark denim and slid the garments down her hips, revealing a thin black thong of sheer, lacy material beneath them. Kicking the jeans aside she hooked her thumbs through the waistband of that underwear and began to slide them off as well, bending over as she did so, providing just a hint of the wings tattooed on her own back as well as proving that the tribal tattoo on the right side of her body also covered her ass as it moved to encircle her leg and foot. At last completely naked she set her hands on her hips and fixed Ophelia with a look to which the young submissive could only stare. A look that suddenly gave her a much greater sympathy for those poor deer.
Capitalizing on her lover’s shock, Alys knelt down on the edge of the couch and unzipped Ophelia’s skirt, shucking the garment from her waist in the same motion and leaving the girl so stunned that she did not initially react until eager hands began to tug at her own, equally skimpy, underwear. Not that she offered any resistance of course, rather she simply lifted herself up off the couch as best she could to help the process along. That task complete, and both young women now nude, Alys pulled herself forward to loom over her lover, taking a wrist in each hand and pinning them to the backrest as she claimed Ophelia’s lips in another crushing kiss. This time the girl did resist weakly for a few moments before the power of that kiss washed over her completely and again she surrendered to it, moaning deep in her throat as her own pierced nipples hardened and a growing dampness between her legs made itself known. It was an awkward position, but Alys held it for several long moments before she finally flipped their bodies again, leaving herself seated comfortably with Ophelia’s smaller frame straddling her hips. Ophelia had to giggle just a bit at her girlfriend’s antics as she again brushed hair clear of her face before reaching out to perform the same action for Alys. They drew closer together as she did so, their bodies dovetailing as if machined from a single piece as they began to kiss again with equal passion, if far less power. Indeed, so caught up in that duel of tongues, and the feel of their breasts pressed tightly together, Ophelia barely noticed Alys’ hands running down her arms or loosely gripping her wrists, much less paying any attention as her hands were drawn behind her back. She did, however, gasp and break the kiss when she heard a soft click and felt the familiar cold metal bands of handcuffs circle her wrists.
Testing the cuffs once, she looked down in confusion at Alys’ grinning face and felt bold enough to ask, “Where were you hiding those?”
“Between the couch cushions.” Alys grinned a little wider at her lover’s incredulous look. “Always be prepared.”
A bit of a teasing grin graced Ophelia’s lips. “I have a hard time picturing you as a boy scout.”
Alys had to laugh, “Oh?”
Ophelia looked down, fighting back a grin, “Forgive me for saying so, but you really don’t have the figure for it.”
There was a moment of almost stunned silence before Alys barked out a laugh and took Ophelia by the shoulders before pushing her down, twisting their bodies again until the young woman was pinned against the couch, her own long, lean frame on top of her lover’s prone form. Reclining now, with her arms pinned behind her, Ophelia struggled a bit to get comfortable and find a position where the cuffs didn’t cut into her back but such minor discomforts were quickly forgotten as Alys’ body pressed down against her own. What felt like miles of smooth, warm skin sliding against smooth, warm skin as larger breasts crushed her own smaller ones between them and Alys’… no as her mistress’s beautiful sea green eyes loomed above her. Propping herself up on her hands, Alys just spent a moment studying the submissive and the way her hot pink hair framed a perfect, pale face, crimson lips parted just slightly in anticipation.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, softly.
“A bit.” Ophelia admitted, brown eyes stormy, “But I like it.”
Alys chuckled as she began to stroke Ophelia’s face and neck, “Such a naughty girl. And you know what happens to naughty girls?”
Breathlessly, voice awash with longing, dread and anticipation she answered in a faintly hopeful tone, “They get punished?”
“Yes.” Alys agreed as she reached over outside of Ophelia’s line of sight, “But since you like to talk so much, it seems to me a gag is in order.”
Ophelia needed no further prompting and, without instruction, she opened her mouth wide when Alys’ hand reappeared holding a bright blue ball gag. The young dom felt her own arousal spike at that utterly submissive gesture and, with care, inserted the rubber ball into Ophelia’s mouth, popping it behind her teeth and then struggling, somewhat awkwardly, to tighten the strap, pulling it tight enough to make Ophelia wince and throw her head back, though the faint dilation of her eyes betrayed her pleasure. Tracing the way her lips formed a perfect ‘O’ of surprise around the ball, Alys bent down to briefly touch her lips to that gag, again feeling the familiar throbbing in her loins reach a higher tempo. Wordlessly she began to pepper Ophelia’s neck and shoulders with feather light kisses, nipping at her pulse as the young girl moaned and writhed against her touch. When at last she reached her chest, she returned the favor that Ophelia had granted earlier, taking a nipple between her lips and sucking hard. Ophelia’s muffled moan and the way she arched her back into the sensations made Alys grin as she switched breasts and continued to pull those beautiful sounds from her lover’s throat. When she stopped a moment later Ophelia groaned in frustration, eyes still closed and head still back as she pushed her chest up higher, silently begging her mistress for more. It was not to be. Her eye suddenly snapped open and she screamed, as much in surprise as in pain, as clamps were snapped onto one nipple and then the other. For a moment she was stunned, and instinctively tried to shake the clamps off, her breasts swaying in an almost mesmerizing pattern before she groaned again and collapsed back onto the couch, resigning herself. And yet despite her protests, the slight flush of her skin and the look in her eyes betrayed her true feelings on the matter.
Grinning at it all, Alys dropped her head down, inky dark hair spilling over Ophelia’s torso as she proceeded to brand her lover with another series of heated kisses, marking a hot, wet trail down her stomach to the junction of her legs. At last hovering over Ophelia’s shaved sex, she paused for a brief moment before gently kissed those nether lips, smiling again at the low, long, and beautifully muffled moan she received before playfully batting the ring piercing Ophelia’s hood with her tongue and pulling back again. Propping herself up she had to smirk at Ophelia’s pleading look and the half-whimper, half-whine she offered.
“You haven’t earned a reward yet, my lovely little bitch.”
It was a bit awkward, but Alys managed to lift herself upright once again and position Ophelia over her legs, the girl’s body stretched out over her lap like a naughty child, rump presented and quite vulnerable. Softly, she touched one of those perfect mounds of flesh, exploring her lover’s soft skin as Ophelia gasped slightly at the contact. Slowly and deliberately she explored those curves, gliding fingertips up and over Ophelia’s hips, making her giggle softly under the onslaught before tracing the tiny bumps of her spine. Ophelia shivered in pleasure, drawing a sharp breath and arching her back as Alys caressed her with delicate care. They were quite familiar with each other’s bodies, and so Alys let Ophelia’s soft moans and gasps of pleasure be her guide as her fingers danced over ribs and dipped down to caress the edges of her breasts. Reaching between her arms Alys then began to explore the edges of Ophelia’s shoulder blades and carefully trace the outline of every tattoo that marked her back. Now little more than a mass of raw nerves, Ophelia writhed against that touch as Alys’ fingers again traced down her spine before palms began to roam over the soft, smooth surface of her ass. Practically purring under the attention she was receiving, Ophelia raised her hips, shaking them invitingly as her mistress continued to caress her bottom only to gasp suddenly when Alys’ finger dipped between her legs.
Choosing not to comment, though grinning widely, Alys rubbed her lover’s damp sex for several heartbeats, those throaty moans music to her ears, before drawing back to caress Ophelia’s ass yet again. Ophelia moaned again at that touch, even as she whined slightly in the back of her throat in disappointment. Her eyes then widened as Alys’ hand left her flesh only to fall again in a short, sharp blow. Crying out in surprise, she jerked against the blow, wriggling and squirming as she tried to escape the one that followed and the next one and the next, but Alys’ free arm snaked around her waist, holding her still as her mistress spanked her with increasing intensity. Ophelia continued to gasp and groan under the assault, crying out softly as each strike fell harder than the last. Alys paused for a moment to again caress the pink and throbbing skin and dart her fingers between pale thighs to tease Ophelia’s damp and ready sex. Flushed and moaning with the hint of tears in her eyes, half in pain, half in frustrated pleasure, Ophelia screamed when the spanking resumed, panting as the tempo increased steadily, Alys tanning her ass until it was as pink as her hair. The young mistress paused yet again to finger her lover’s curves and folds with even greater intensity, her own breath quickening and skin flushing as Ophelia writhed and moaned in pleasure. When she raised her hand at last, pausing for a heartbeat before bringing it down with exceptional force, Ophelia suddenly stiffened, spasming wildly against her mistress’ grip as she squealed into her gag, twisting sharply and throwing her head back before collapsing as if spent.
Mystified, Alys stared down at the flushed and panting woman draped over her lap, realization dawning as she again dipped a hand between the girl’s thighs, surprised and yet not by what she found there. “Did you…?” She began, in a voice that was almost shocked. “Did you just have an orgasm?”
Blushing brightly for a split second, Ophelia shifted to allow her hair to block her face as she nodded ruefully only to jerk again as Alys smacked her ass one more time.
“I don’t recall giving you permission.”
Before the bound girl could even think of making a response, though her gag would certainly have made that difficult, Alys rolled her off of her lap and onto the floor. Shouting in surprise at the action, she grunted as she hit the floor, unable to catch herself while wearing handcuffs. Strong hands reached down and grabbed her, pulling her back to her knees before brushing her hair out of her face and loosening the gag, letting it dangle around her neck like some strange necklace. Looking up at her mistress’ face, Ophelia could see a familiar, wicked grin on those soft lips as she slid to the edge of the couch and spread her legs.
“Well?” Alys prompted before tangling her hands in Ophelia’s hair and pulling her close. “What are you waiting for?”
For another half a heartbeat Ophelia paused, studying her mistress’ hairless sex and, as always, marveling at the sheer number of piercings she had. A small, thin ring through her clit with eight matching rings in each of her labia lips. Much like the bodysuit of tattoos that Alys wore, getting that many piercings, especially there, staggered the mind and yet Alys would have seemed incomplete without them somehow. Taking a breath, Ophelia leaned in, using her tongue to lap at the delicate pink flesh like an overgrown cat, carefully licking up one lip and down the other, teasing each piercing as she went. She felt Alys’ hands tighten in her hair and her thighs clamp tightly around her head, locking her in place as she continued to tease her mistress’ sex. Alys’ throaty moans and the tightening of muscles beneath that pale skin was all the encouragement Ophelia needed as she licked and probed at that soft skin, teasing curves and folds before lifting away the hood to caress her hard and ready clit, lapping up her mistress’ fluids with wild abandon. As always she tasted spicy and sweet at the same time, vaguely like molasses with that musky tang of sex overlaying it all.
Alys just moaned under the assault, eyes closed and head back as she tightened her grip and pulled that wonderfully skilled mouth with its even more obscenely skilled tongue tightly against her flesh, the wild contrast of soft tongue, hard teeth and cold metal driving her wild, as it always did. Gritting her teeth to bite back her screams as her chest heaved, breasts jiggling as she sucked down air as quickly as she could, a strangled cry escaped her throat and her body jerked, twitching involuntarily as muscles clenched and she tried to fight down the rising tide of orgasm, unwilling to surrender just yet. Silently pleading to whatever and whoever might be listening to please let these sensations go on just a little bit longer, but it was a losing proposition. Within moments something seemed to break loose inside of her, thighs tightening crushingly around Ophelia’s head as she came, hard, screaming in utterly rapturous joy. Trapped as she was between the hands woven into her hair and the legs wrapped around her, Ophelia had no choice but to swallow the rush of fluids that splashed onto her face, though despite her best efforts a good amount of it still decorated her skin. Not that she minded in the slightest. Oblivious to that, Alys continued to twitch and gasp as aftershocks assaulted her body, not at all helped by Ophelia’s overly eager efforts to lick her clean.
After what felt like hours of that blissful torment, Alys finally regained enough control of her body to open her eyes and force her legs apart. Loosening her grip ever so slightly, she tugged on Ophelia tangled pink hair, silently signaling the kneeling girl to cease her ministrations. Unconsciously licking her lips, the bound girl looked up and for a long moment the two lovers just stared at one and other, a satisfied smile decorating both of their faces before Alys bent down and again captured Ophelia’s lips in a kiss, tasting herself there as their tongues dueled. When they parted neither said a word as Alys began to slowly lick her cum from Ophelia’s face in long, even strokes like a cat. A light caress of lips followed before the tattooed brunette said exactly what they were both already thinking.
“Bedroom.”
Ophelia barely recalled the journey as Alys lifted her back to her feet and guided her rather brusquely into the back of the apartment. Clamps still dangling from her nipples and gag hanging around her neck like a charm, Ophelia felt the cuffs release her wrists as she entered the small, somewhat cluttered bedroom. Almost instantly she was spun around as Alys pulled her close and kissed her again. Sighing into that kiss, and the feel of their naked bodies pressed together, Ophelia wrapped her arms around her mistress’s waist as their tongues dueled for dominance. A battle she knew that she was destined to lose and yet once she could not help but relish. Slowly, inexorably Alys forced her back until her calves hit the edge of the bed before finally breaking their kiss and, with a grin at the smaller girl, pushed her back with enough force to make her lose her balance and collapse onto the mattress. Before she could even begin to react to that, Alys pounced and Ophelia found herself pinned down, trapped under Alys’ body as the tattooed woman branded her with another of her “pure sex” kisses, shutting down her brain completely. Surrendering to that kiss as Alys explored her mouth, Ophelia went limp, allowing her mistress to begin stretching her out, securing one arm and then the other to the headboard, leather cuffs cinched tight about her wrists. She just moaned, writhing under the attention as Alys began to kiss down her body, leaving a trail of hot, wet skin behind her, and yet avoiding all of her most sensitive places like the tease she was, pausing only just long enough to tug on the nipple clamps, making the bound girl hiss. When she reached the foot of the bed Ophelia felt another set of cuffs locked around her ankles and in short order she was left stretched out on the mattress, body pulled taut in a tight spread eagle that left her utterly helpless to anything her mistress might choose to do to her.
Grinning like the cat that had just committed cannibalism, Alys stood again, placing her hands on her hips as she surveyed her work with a critical eye. From her position, Ophelia just drank in the glorious sight of her mistress’s nude body standing over her, her form back lit by the faint light of the setting sun flowing in through the windows. Nodding to herself Alys stepped out of view and Ophelia craned her neck to try and see what she was doing, but there wasn’t enough slack in her bonds. And so, she strained her ears as best she could but only the faint sounds of motion and a rustling, as if Alys was looking for something, reached her. When the other woman returned at last Ophelia’s eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and anticipatory hunger at the rather impressive strap-on she was wearing. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Alys began to caress her lover’s skin, fingertips drawing abstract patterns over muscle and bone while Ophelia moaned under that touch, trying her best to move into the soft caress of her mistress’s fingers, but the cuffs held her fast. Grinning at the display with that crooked grin of hers, Alys slowly bent down as if to offer another kiss, Ophelia parting her lips and closing her eyes in anticipation only for them to fly open again when, instead of the expected tongue, the ball gag was shoved back into her mouth and tightened down brutally. She winced as the strap cut into her cheeks, but could not help but moan at the same time as a familiar flush of arousal washed over her. A flush that only intensified when Alys kissed the ball protruding from her lips almost playfully.
Grinning down at that confused expression, Alys straddled the young woman’s hips and reached down to caress the practically fish-white skin of her smooth stomach, “Are you ready, my lovely little bitch?”
Ophelia only moaned and nodded eagerly, then moaned even louder as Alys’ hand slipped between her thighs to collect some of her fluids. Slowly and deliberately Alys removed her hand and began to lubricate the toy, moaning as she stroked the silicone cock as if masturbating. A sight that sent another red hot spike of arousal through Ophelia’s already tightly wound body. Gazing over her lover’s pale skin, Alys pushed forward, biting her lower lip as her lover groaned loudly, her hungry sex eagerly devouring the dildo only to moan, even louder this time, as Alys drew her hips back and thrust forward again. Gripping her waist to hold her still, the brunette began to work in earnest, pumping the dildo in and out in a steadily increasing pace and Ophelia quickly found herself lost in that pleasure, moaning like a bitch in heat as she fought against her bonds, eyes closed, head flailing as her body writhed against her mistress, back arching as she tried to thrust her hips toward that center of pleasure. Yet between the cuffs holding her limbs splayed out tight and the hands gripping her waist she could do nothing. Biting her lip as her own arousal spiked at the sight of her lover writhing in pleasure beneath her, Alys could not help a slight feeling of regret that despite the vibrators buried within her own flesh she could not really feel what her girlfriend was feeling. Not that she stopped, of course. Fighting to control her own breathing, and keep the thrusting of her hips steady, she released Ophelia’s waist and slid her hands up her own body, cupping generous breasts as she stopped to fondle them, pinching and twisting already hardened nipples as she gazed down at Ophelia with heavily lidded eyes.
Barely aware of anything except for the sensations between her legs, Ophelia’s breath was growing erratic beneath the steady, insistent strokes of the dildo, fists clenched and muscles straining against her bonds as she panted away her pleasure, prompting Alys to increase her tempo yet again. Her own breath was growing erratic as she kneaded her breasts with almost bruising force, the tattooed girl licked her lips as sweat beaded upon pale skin. ‘She’s going to cum,’ Alys realized as she continued to pound the helpless girl relentlessly, ‘not much longer now.’
It happened suddenly, a strangled, savage cry tearing itself loose from the pink-haired girl’s throat as her entire body seemed to grow taut, teeth biting deeply into the rubber of her gag as if she was fighting back something before Ophelia’s will finally collapsed. Her entire body seemed to spam in that moment, jerking against her bonds as a deafening scream, even muffled as it was by the ball jammed between her teeth, escaped her. Against the flood of pleasure filling her, Ophelia arched her back almost painfully against he sheer force of her orgasm before much abused muscles finally gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress in a flushed and panting heap. Alys slowed her pace then, but did not stop as she twisted her breasts almost savagely and bit back a similar, if much weaker cry of pleasure, suddenly feeling the exhaustion from her exertions as Ophelia’s body, eyes clenched shut, released the cutest little noises and the occasional full-body shiver as aftershocks assaulted her frame. Puffing out a sigh, and short of breath herself now, Alys stopped completely and began to lower her body on top of her lover’s helpless form.
Cradling her head on the girl’s shoulder, Alys gently kissed her pulse, feeling both of their hearts pounding in their chests, before wrapping her arms around Ophelia’s form to embrace her tightly. She grinned then when Ophelia shifted, resting her chin on her mistress’s head before letting out several soft, muffled words. In the darkness Alys smile broadened, gripping her lover’s bound, gagged and clamped body just a little bit tighter, keenly aware of the dildo still connecting them, and took a deep breath, the scent of Ophelia’s skin overlapping with sweat and the heady smell of sex. Closing her eyes, Alys let those words, muffled though they were, play through her mind.
‘I love you, mistress.’
She had never slept more soundly in her entire life.
For some, waking was a gradual process, a slow transition from the peaceful oblivion of sleep into the lethargy of morning and finally to full wakefulness. It had always been a much quicker process for Ophelia. Her internal clock had always been good at judging time, for better or for worse, and so just before the first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains to strike the bed her eyes snapped open. There was a brief second of disorientation, of panic as her mind struggled to fully wake and her body instinctively fought the restraints holding her down, but it lasted for only a moment before she managed to relax again. Alys had shifted during the night but her warm, soft body was still pinning Ophelia to the bed, a pale hand cupping her face and gentle breath tickling her neck. For a moment Ophelia just stared at her mistress’s face, relaxed in sleep as her body rose and fell with each breath. Grinning around the gag, she shifted her own position as best she could to try to get comfortable. Her wrists and ankles both stung with a faint but familiar pain, probably as a result of her tossing and turning against her bonds during the night, while her nipples had gone mostly numb from the prolonged pressure of the clamps, though they still throbbed faintly in time with her heart, and a dull ache filled her jaw from the strain of the gag holding them open for so long. But, all in all, it was a good kind of pain. Familiar, and just a bit arousing. Of course, the fact that she could still feel the dildo inside of her did not help at all.
Now, if only she could find some way to relieve the fullness of her bladder…
Before she could long ponder that conundrum, the sleeping body on top of her began to stir and Alys’ eyes slowly fluttered open. At first the young mistress grimaced slightly as she blinked sleep from her eyes only for her lips to blossom into a smile when those eyes fell on the face of the girl she was using as a pillow. Gently caressing Ophelia’s face with her fingers, she reached up and kissed the edge of her sore jawline, “Good morning. Would you like me to take that gag out?” A desperate moan and an almost frantic nod prompted her to lift herself up off the bed, sliding the dildo from her lover’s warm, inviting body and eliciting a shudder of pleasure as she did. With infinite care she let a finger glide down Ophelia’s breastbone, eliciting another beautiful moan before she took hold of the chain connecting the nipple clamps and tugged on them ever so slightly. “These first, I think.”
Ophelia’s eyes widened in understanding and she gritted her teeth to try and prepare herself as Alys began to pull on the chain, lifting the bound girl’s breasts and stretching her nipples painfully, the clamps pulling tighter and tighter against sensitive flesh trapped between them. Face scrunched up, her teeth seemed to sink into the rubber of her gag as the sensation became almost unbearable before, suddenly, the clamps popped off with a snap. Ophelia gasped at the sudden, stinging sensation as blood immediately rushed in to restore feeling to numbed flesh and she howled in pain, eyes clenched shut against the throbbing even as heat pooled in her core and her pussy clenched in sympathetic arousal.
“There, there.” Alys soothed, a grin on her face as she idly twirled the clamps around a finger, “Mistress will make it all better.”
With that she tossed the clamps aside and began to massage her girlfriend’s abused breasts, leaning down to take a nipple between her lips and lap softly with her tongue. Under that gentle caress the pain began to give way little by little, mewls of pleasure accompanying every pass, and Alys felt confident enough to trail a hand down to graze Ophelia’s sex. Slowly caressing the dampness she found there with her palm she unlatched her lips and lifted her head slowly to look Ophelia in the face. The faint trace of tears clung to the corner of those brown eyes, but a blush painted her features as she smiled around the ball filling her mouth and silencing her. Reaching up again Alys cupped her lover’s face and slowly unbuckled the gag, letting the large ball pop free as Ophelia pushed it out with her tongue, working her jaw to relieve the soreness as a groan of relief escaped her. But, as she opened her mouth to speak a finger touched those lips gently to stop her.
“There’s only one proper way to wake up in the morning.” Alys announced to her bound lover, “So lay back, and enjoy. Not that you have much of a choice.”
With that Alys pressed her lips to Ophelia’s pulse, nipping the skin of her neck before gently running her tongue down the collarbone and in between her breasts. In a series of brief pecks she crossed the rib cage before practically branding Ophelia’s stomach with several hard, hot kisses. Just skirting the edges of the naval, she worked downwards, stopping right at the edge of her goal. Grinning a bit at the soft groan of frustration she received, Alys again began to caress Ophelia’s sex with her fingers, teasing her clit until the tiny nub presented itself proudly and eagerly. Wetting her lips, Alys shifted her weight and leaned forward, flicking the nub once with her tongue and teasing the hood piercings before taking the tiny mass of flesh between her lips, sucking in and out like a babe suckling from her mother’s breast. Although, as far as Alys was concerned, this cream was far sweeter than any milk.
Tied as she was, Ophelia could not see what was being done to her, but she could feel it. When those lips encircled her clit, her body involuntarily jumped, head tilting back as her eyes went wide at the riot of sensations passing through her sex.
“What… What is that?” She asked, almost groggily before bolts of pleasure shot through her frame and up her spine, “Oh, oh God! Don’t stop! Please mistress, please don’t stop!!”
Coherent words became impossible after that and only a litany of moans, cries and the wheezing pants of harsh breathing escaped Ophelia’s throat as her mistress worked her flesh with obscene precision. Muscles clenched as she fought the ropes, making the cuffs dig even deeper into already bruised skin but the pain only made it better. Writhing in ecstasy she tried to buck her hips into the source of pleasure, but a firm hand held her steady while another slid up her body to take a breast and squeeze it. A throaty moan escaped her then as the sensations built to the point of breaking, a desperate plea on her lips.
“Please, mistress…” she forced out between pants, “Please! Please may I…!” Another strangled cry cut off the sentence, but her meaning was clear enough.
Never taking her lips from her lover’s sweet flesh, Alys mumbled out a reply. “Mmm Hmmm.”
That was all the permission that Ophelia needed, her already supercharged body more than ready. Back arching involuntarily, the bound girl screamed in bliss as an orgasm tore its way free, a sensation not unlike electricity pouring from her sex to fill every fiber of her being from toenails to hair. She did not get a chance to recover. As if her climax had not even happened, Alys continued to suck on her clit with ever greater intensity while swirling about the sensitive nub with her pierced tongue. In addition, she began to knead the breast in her palm, sending another shiver of pleasure through Ophelia’s body before she upped the ante yet again by sliding a finger into the young woman’s tight, wet sex. Lost in pleasure, and still partially in the throes of her last orgasm, Ophelia was not in the least prepared when Alys introduced a second and then a third finger, thrusting in and out of her body with practiced skill in time with the action of her lips. And then Alys did something, twisting and bending her fingers in some strange way that Ophelia could never hope to identify from feeling alone, but her eyes snapped wide open in surprise, breath caught in her throat as those black painted fingernails scraped against her g-spot.
“Oh, oh God!” was the best she managed in a harsh whisper, throat still sore from screaming, before her lungs seemed to shut down.
There was no time to ask for permission, there was no time to breathe, much less speak as her body seemed to explode. Never in her short life had Ophelia felt anything like this as the largest and most intense orgasm she had ever experienced screamed to life, her own sore vocal chords letting loose a ragged shriek of purest, rapturous joy. Her blood felt like lightning in her veins as a literal torrent of fluid escaped her, Alys lapping them up eagerly even as she continued to tease the quaking form beneath her. Every inch of her skin flushed red, Ophelia collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent, panting as if she had just run a marathon.
In a way she had.
With deliberate slowness, Alys raised herself up from between Opheila’s legs, a wide, toothy smile twisting her lips, lipstick smeared wildly and pale skin soaking wet. Despite it all, the sight of her mistress covered in her cum managed to reignite some small fire within Ophelia, but she was certainly in no position to continue. However, it seemed that Alys clearly had other plans when she began to rub the strap-on against the bound girl’s already rose red pussy. Ophelia managed a short groan of protest before the toy thrust forward, filling her to the hilt. Groans became moans as Alys began to fuck her in earnest, slowly building up speed as she set the pace. With the vibrators off this time, there would be no need for the young mistress to stop until her muscles gave out and it quickly became apparent that was the plan. It didn’t take more than a few strokes before the fire returned, and Ophelia felt a cry escape her throat as her hips began pumping with and against her mistress almost involuntarily, body twisting and moaning under the relentlessly pleasurable assault.
Time seemed to lose all meaning in that state as orgasm after orgasm washed over her, sending her howling and thrashing like a wild animal as all semblance of self control shattered like glass. And as she rode those waves of pleasure, and all the world seeming to fall away, Ophelia was only barely aware of Alys leaning forward, of hands slipping behind her back and nails scratching her skin, of their breasts grinding against one and other as she writhed and moaned and came as her mistress rode her. At one point she was fairly certain that her vision went blurry in the throws of ecstasy, but she hardly cared until it all came crashing back to earth and Ophelia found herself panting, shivering, flushed and utterly sated as she lay on her back. Able to do little else, she shuddered one last time, a quiet moan escaping her as the dildo slid free of sex, and watched as Alys unstrapped the toy and set it aside.
“Thank you.” she mumbled in a voice weak from screaming, tears still prickling her eyes, unable to be wiped away with her hands bound, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…”
A gentle kiss silenced her, “It was my pleasure.”
Ophelia almost laughed at that, a few brief chuckles escaping before she crushed them. In point of fact Alys had gotten next to no pleasure from it, although watching her lover lose control completely was pleasant enough in its own way. “No one has ever fucked me like that before. Where…?”
Another kiss followed, this one on the forehead, “I’m glad I was the first, but a good magician never reveals her tricks. And, as much fun as it would be to fuck your pretty brains out all day, good things must come to an end.”
Ophelia could not really disagree, nodding reluctantly and laying still as Alys began to untie her, only now the insistent sting of the bruises circling wrists and ankles beginning to register. Even so she smiled in the morning light, the pain little more than an afterthought. The marks of her bondage were like war wounds, proud scars that she gladly showed to the world. Proof of who she was and how she loved.
Stretching again, looking radiant despite her disheveled appearance, Alys grinned down at her lover as she began to disentangle their bodies, “Go ahead and use the shower, I’ll get your clothes.”
For a long moment, Ophelia just lay there, still recovered from the orgasmic equivalent of an atomic bomb, silently watching her mistress leave the room and admiring that lean, beautiful frame. With a great deal of effort, she at last levered herself upright in bed and forced herself to stand up. She was still weak and stiff, muscles cramped and legs still shaking, but despite that she felt marvelous. Taking a moment to get her balance back she began to move back out into the apartment, heedless of her nudity, and walked the familiar route to the bathroom, shivering a bit as bare feet hit cold tile. Switching on the light, revealing the rather plain, not to mention small, white bathroom Ophelia immediately rushed to the toilet, sighing in relief as she was at last able to relieve the pressure in her bladder. Immediately business dealt with she stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind her before opening up the water full blast. The initial icy spray was a shock, but she relished the feeling of cold water on her heated skin, slowly relaxing into the warmth as the knots in her muscles began to loosen and steam filled her lungs. Eyes closed she ducked her head under the spray, letting the hot water sluice over her body in a luxurious stream.
She wasn’t certain just how long she had been standing like that when the sound of the curtain being thrown open, and the accompanying gust of cold air, brought her back and forced her to turn around to find Alys standing there behind her.
“I brought your clothes and I thought I might share the shower with you.” she said with a faint smile, “Purely in the interests of saving water, of course.”
“Of course.” Ophelia answered, a mirror smile forming.
It was nothing they hadn’t done before, many times in fact, but as they scrubbed each other’s bodies, and Ophelia found herself purring under the soft touch of her mistress lathering her hair, she once again had to ponder the incongruity of it all. How hands that were so skilled with punishment and with pain could be so soft and gentle, equally skilled in bringing pleasure and chasing away discomfort. Then again most people probably couldn’t comprehend how someone could derive so much pleasure from being punished that they actually had an orgasm. So lost was she in those thoughts that Ophelia actually gasped in surprise when Alys pushed her up against the shower wall, pinning her there as she pressed their bodies together. Eager hands cupped her ass, lifting her up until she was resting on one of Alys’ thighs, one of her own legs in a nearly identical position. Acting purely on instinct, Ophelia wrapped her arms around her mistress as their lips came together in a deep kiss.
“You know,” Alys noted while nuzzling her cheek, “you never did pay me back for this morning.”
Ophelia had no opportunity to respond, only moaning deeply and clutching her mistress even tighter as that thigh positioned between her legs shifted against her, rubbing against already overstimulated nerves. Further sounds were also lost as their lips came together again, tongues twining together as they began to grind their bodies against one another. Moaning deep in her throat, Ophelia was only vaguely aware of the water pouring over her, of being slammed against the tiled wall again and again or that her nails were leaving long scratches on Alys’ back. All she was really aware of was the rising pleasure within her loins and the growing ecstasy between them as they reached a fevered pitch. Perhaps fittingly they came together, bodies tensing and grips tightening to near crushing as they deepened their kiss, swallowing each other’s screams in a moment of perfect bliss. For a few long moments, lost in a sea of ecstacy, Ophelia just clung to her lover, eyes closed as she simply felt until her grip began to loosen and slide off. As silently as she arrived, Alys released her girlfriend and left her with a soft kiss to the forehead before stepping out of the shower, leaving Ophelia leaning up against the wall, panting and spent. For several more minutes she just stood there and watched the empty spot where her mistress stood, only barely aware of the still running water before she shut it off and stepped out, still dripping wet in more ways than one.
Taking a few moments to towel herself off, Ophelia picked through the pile of neatly folded clothes that Alys had left on the counter before she began to dress. Pausing half dressed, she looked up at the mirror, through waves of flat and still wet hair as she examined her body. Slowly running her hands up her torso, she admired the pale expanses of her smooth skin, the taut lines of her torso and the perfectly proportioned curves of hips and bust, especially the way her black lace bra outlined her breasts while the matching thong accentuated her waist. Smiling at her reflection, Ophelia placed her hands on her hips and struck a pose before giggling at the inanity of it. She could not help shaking her head a bit as she zipped up her skirt and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She had always been proud of her body and certainly needed no confirmation, especially not now, that Alys found her attractive. Dressed once more, she began hunting down a brush to begin drying her hair as she tried to coax it back into some semblance of order. It took far longer than she would have liked but, at last satisfied that her wildly dyed hair was no longer a complete and utter mess, she silently padded out of the bathroom on bare feet, wondering where her shoes had gone.
She must have spent longer collecting herself than she realized as the smell of food assaulted her nose as soon as she left the room. Exploring further, she found Alys cooking in the small attached kitchen. The young mistress had also taken the time to dry herself off, but rather than get dressed she was just wearing a white blouse that barely reached down to cover her ass. Not that Ophelia was complaining, mind you. Hearing the approach, Alys turned and revealed that, as was her habit, she was not wearing a bra, simply having buttoned a single button to keep the shirt closed over her chest, something that the white cloth was clearly straining to do given the way her nipples poked out proudly through the cloth and the faint glint of her piercing sparked in the light. A rather slender white thong completed the outfit, such as it was, and Ophelia felt herself blush again despite it all. Somehow the hint of nudity was more arousing than the fact of it, a mystery that the young submissive had yet to fully answer but one she was grateful for nonetheless.
Unaware of this scrutiny, or at least hiding her reaction, Alys smiled. “Be ready in a minute, help yourself.”
Ophelia said nothing but quickly crossed over to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. It was a sweet gesture, really. Despite, or perhaps because of, the fact that Alys was a rather poor cook all told and Ophelia usually took over kitchen duty when that became an issue. Still, as she took a sip of the bitter caffeinated brew, Ophelia had to concede that her mistress did make an excellent cup of coffee. But still, as she watched Alys labor over the stove to cook what smelled like eggs, thoughts began to assault her. Things that she had been pondering for some time now, things that the utter, mundane domesticity of this scene seemed to bring into focus. Taking another sip, she bit her lip, weighing her options before drawing a deep breath to try and center herself.
“Alys?” she asked, softly, while looking down at her reflection in the mug, “How long have we been together?”
Had her full attention been focused on the conversation Alys most likely would have detected the underlying emotion in that sentence, but distracted as she was, such nuances were missed. “Six months.” she answered, not looking up, before adopting a mildly joking tone, “Why? Getting bored with me already?”
To her utter surprise, Ophelia could move damned quietly when she wanted to, Alys felt arms wrap around her as the pink-haired girl pressed herself to her mistress’ back, and gripped her stomach tightly. “Never.” she whispered, fiercely.
“Wha…?”
Pressing her face into her mistress’ back Ophelia tightened her grip slightly, “I love you Alys. I love you more than I thought possible, so much that it scares me sometimes. There were others before you, and I know there were others before me, but that doesn’t matter.” She had to take another breath to steady herself, unaware of how much she was trembling, “You’ve shown me so many wonderful things, taught me so much about myself, so much that I can never repay you. But… but I can’t help it that I’m still selfish.” her voice dropped to a near whisper, “That I want more.”
Swallowing hard, Alys carefully set the pan aside and gripped the hands that were caressing her taut stomach. “What exactly are you asking me?”
“I don’t ever want there to be another.” Ophelia confessed, closing her eyes as she discovered, much to her dismay, that she had a great deal of trouble putting it into words. Hoping that emotions alone could convey her meaning she dove ahead, “I want to give myself to you in every way possible, in every way that matters. I want to be yours and only yours, I…” she trailed off as Alys gently pried her hands loose and turned, placing her own hands on Ophelia’s shoulders, looking her square in the eye. Ophelia could only hold her breath under the intensity of that gaze.
At long last Alys spoke. “Wait here.”
Ophelia simply blinked at that brief command as Alys walked away, disappearing deeper into the apartment once again, and a horrid tightness began to grow in her chest. She had been so certain, so convinced of the bond they shared, of the love she could feel in those touches, in those kisses, in the very air as they laughed and cried together, not to mention when they made love. But, was it possible she had misread the signs? Had it just been lust or passion? Was it possible that Alys didn’t want more, didn’t want her? That this was just a casual affair? Ophelia barely realized that she was shaking and holding back tears, arms crossed tightly over her chest when Alys reappeared holding a small box. A gentle hand cupping her chin and forcing her to look up interrupted her increasingly depressing thoughts as Alys stole a soft, almost chaste kiss. Those eyes reading her so easily yet again.
“Never imagine, even for a moment, that I don’t want you.” the brunette whispered, the conviction in her tone brooking no argument.
Ophelia’s smile at that moment could have lit up the city, “Thank you, mistress.”
“You’re welcome, but even though you like to call me mistress it’s a bit premature.” she pressed the box into Ophelia’s hands, “Open this first.”
Frowning curiously, it looked a bit like a jewelry box but was a good deal larger than any she had ever seen, Ophelia pulled off the top only to gasp in shock at what she found inside. Laying in a bed of red velvet was a collar, a thin band of highly polished stainless steel maybe an inch tall with a small brass padlock accompanying it. Speechless, she felt her eyes water for completely different reasons as she looked up at her mistress.
“Do you accept this?” Alys asked in an unusually solemn tone of voice, “Do you accept this and everything that goes with it?”
In lieu of answering, Ophelia handed the box back to her mistress. Before she could ask, the shorter girl reached up and pulled her hair out of the way, baring her neck. Alys smiled then, not a smirk or her usual wicked half-grin, but an honest smile as she pulled the collar from the container. Ophelia closed her eyes as she felt the cold metal encircle her neck before snapping shut at her throat, the soft click of the padlock unnaturally loud in her ears. It fit snugly, but not exactly tightly and, while not uncomfortable, it would certainly take a bit of getting used to and she very much looked forward to getting used to it. But this was it, the start of a new chapter of her life, a symbol of the life and the love that she had chosen for herself, of the life she wanted with all her heart. Opening her eyes again and seeing the joy in her mistress’s eyes, any possible doubts were washed away.
“I am yours, mistress. Until the end of time.”
Their lips came together then for several long, long moments in a hard, deep kiss before they pulled apart and simply embraced one another, reveling in the feel of each other’s bodies as Ophelia rested her head on Alys’ breast, listening to the beat of her mistress’s heart. Suddenly, as she was standing like that, Ophelia felt a giggle rise in her chest as an insane thought came to her.
“Why do I feel like a bride?”
It took a few heartbeats but Alys began to laugh with her, leaning back as she kept her arms loosely wrapped around Ophelia’s body. “I guess that was a bit like a marriage, wasn’t it? But, I say it’s far too early in the morning for this much seriousness. We both used up a lot of energy last night, breakfast?”
Ophelia shook her head sadly, “I’m afraid I can’t, mistress. I really need to get back to the dorm. Audrey will be insufferable enough as it is about me being out all night.” She reached up to touch the collar, “I can hardly imagine her reaction to this.”
“My poor, poor slave.” Alys murmured, making Ophelia shiver to hear that word, her new title, spoken in her mistress’ voice for the first time. “You can always come and live with me instead.”
“I would like nothing more, mistress.” Ophelia confessed, surprised but pleased by the sudden offer, “But I’m locked into this lease until the end of the semester at least. And I have a feeling that if I lived here, I would never get to class again.”
Shaking her head in amusement, Alys escorted her girlfriend, her lover, her slave, to the door, offering another, if briefer, kiss and utterly unconcerned if anyone should happen to see her rather abbreviated attire. “I’ll come visit you later today, and perhaps I can help you terrify your roommate with horror stories about being my sex slave. I used to have a thing for redheads, you know.”
Ophelia chuckled softly, even as her eyes lit up at the possibility. It was not that she disliked Audrey, it was simply that the girl had a bad habit of sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. Besides that, the girl had been bugging her for some time to bring her girlfriend home. It would be an interesting first meeting to say the least and she could not help but smile, just a touch mischievously, “You’re a cruel, cruel woman mistress and that’s one of the things I love about you.”
With another quick kiss and without further comment, Ophelia slipped out the door and Alys closed it behind her, smiling to herself as she leaned against it, her thoughts a pleasant jumble. For all that she had enjoyed the surprise, this morning had certainly taken some unexpected turns. Definitely pleasant, but unexpected nevertheless. Before she could really begin to appreciate those facts, though; the smell of burning eggs assaulted her nose and Alys proved that she was quite well versed in the art of swearing as well as she raced for the kitchen.