She hated her body. 25 years old and it still looked 16. A 5’8″ schoolgirl with a platinum credit card and growing sex toy collection. Every visit to the liquor store meant producing ID. Every decadent lingerie trip meant re-measuring the 32B’s in case they’d grown. They hadn’t – but got treated as if they had.
It probably didn’t help that she kept makeup simple, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail more often than not and pussy lasered near fully bare – though that last one was a treat to herself for the Lazenby contract win – and who the hell else could see it so fuck it. She loved it when the lube got messy with her juices and she smeared it as she fucked herself. Latex gloves worked best, the slick surface pushing the wet over the smooth delivering such amazing sensations. Why shave all. the. time – laser it was.
She lived above a lane, some converted garage. Quiet, snug, hidden. She’d become interested in self bondage of late and had upgraded from silly fluffy cuffs to belts, collars, and from scarves to gags and heavy steel cuffs. And so tonight found her in – in no particular order – a heavy butt plug, vibrating balls in her pussy, pink latex knickers, stiletto ankle boots, ankle cuffs – leather, locked, belt around her thighs, small penis gag tightly attached – too tight, mental note: adjust that for next time – latex hood with open eyes, nose and mouth, latex vest, with a leather chest harness dividing and compressing – that one was perfectly tight and her favorite thing, the heavyweight handcuffs.
These huge, gleaming, wide, leviathan cuffs dwarfed her thin wrists yet there was no escape. Certainly not until the ice cube melted with the key in it, which usually took around 2 hours. She rolled onto her front, the heavy cuffs resting in the small of her back as her pussy grinded at the thin round cushion she’d left there just for this purpose.
Inside, her submissive self curled and yearned as her eyes watched the femdom porn on the screen in front. The mewling and begging from the owner of the currently spanked ass fed to her through wireless headphones. There – unf – yes, a peak… huuuuunGH. so good, must cum.must cum.mustcum.
She ground her pussy against the rough cushion, it felt wonderful and terrible that she couldn’t help her self other than this. Her blue eyes took in the Mistress. Tall, corset, impressive chest, riding boots. Eyes like pure dominant fire. And now a crop.
She knew what was coming, it was her most loved scene. The sub’s hair grabbed, the lashes raining down unstoppable. “This, you little fuckslut, is for ruining the carpet.” and so it began. Strike, Yelp, Strike, Flail. She wished it was her own wetness that was toyed with as she watched domme fingers coax aching moans from the sub.
Her nipples ached to be touched. Her clit was fire. She was close. And then. And then…
And then someone grabbed her pony tail that was sticking out the back of the hood and wrenched her backwards. Her mind reeled – what the hell was happening. Shock and a rush ran through her.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I’m sorry. I’ll obey. I’ll obey. Please let me cum. PleasePleasePlease.” went the TV slave.
Meanwhile she was turned over to face Angie. Her landlord. But not as she’d ever seen her before. Dressed completely in a black catsuit, shining in the low lights, eyes smokey but alive, lips demon red. “Your turn.” was all she said, and put a vibe against her pussy that the super thin latex had no hope of even stopping in the slightest. God it was strong. Good and fuck… so strong.
Her legs began to shake against the bonds. She moaned through the mask at Angie but to no avail. Angie held her hair, her gaze and her pussy hostage as the climax grew and grew.
“Cum then slut.” the TV mistress said sternly, and in her muddled state it was from this Mistress now, and it didn’t need to be said again. It began in her core, her abs all clenching tight and yet flexing backwards as her clit forced its way closer to the vibe, to press hard against it. Her eyes rolled back, her breasts screaming to be touched, squished, slapped – anything! Her asshole clenched down on the plug and it’s fullness drove her higher. Her toes curled and the heat rose like a star burning, enveloping her from her cunt outwards and back again, endless ripples. The orgasm rocked through her, freezing eternity in bliss. Pure pleasure cascaded down her spine as stars faded in her eyes.
Panting. She was panting. Hard. Through her nose the air came fast and noisily as awareness drifted back in. Angie was stroking her head now, lovingly. The headphones came off.
“Now then. Wasn’t that better?” and all she could do was nod in response. “Want me to stay? I don’t mind if you don’t.” She made as best an “uh huh” yes as she could and leaned into the warm hand at her temple.
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