When she walked home from work, Lisa was surprised to see Ashlynn pacing in front of her house. Sure, the younger woman craved Lisa’s attention, and was completely submissive to her desires, but this was different. Usually, Ashlynn wanted to be dominated. Most of their time together started when Ashlyn called, and begged be allowed to come over and please Lisa, or she would show up on Lisa’s doorstep, and plead to be dominated. Today, she looked worried and not at all her herself.
Instead of her usual harsh tone, Lisa walked up to her and said, “Ashlynn, is everything alright?”
Ashlynn turned, surprised, and nervously chewed her lip for a second. “Can we talk? Inside?”
“Of course, sweetie,” Lisa said, guiding the taller woman into her townhouse with a hand on the small of her back. Inside, she put on the kettle and made them both tea. Ashlynn watched her nervously, guiltily looking down whenever Lisa made eye contact.
After she finally took a sip from her steaming mug, Ashlynn almost whispered, “My roommate caught me…”
“Caught you what?”
“With … with my collar.” Ashlynn had a leather dog collar with a heart-shaped tag inscribed with the name ‘Slut’. After the mystically enhanced Demon Tail, it was her favourite toy. Lisa could put it around Ashlynn’s neck, and Ashlynn would moan and instantly get wet. It turned her on to have Lisa degrade her. “I brought it home, and I was … I was enjoying myself. Amber barged into my room just as I was cumming, laughed, and took a picture, and threatened to send it to my dad.”
“Do you think she will?”
“She might. Since she made the Volleyball Team, she’s been acting like queen bitch. She might do it just to be mean.”
“Oh, sweetie, she doesn’t know what it means to be mean. I’ll set her straight.”
Lisa left Ashlynn in the kitchen, and headed upstairs. She started flipping through the pages of the Incubi Prince. Recently, there seemed to be more curses, ways she could punish people, on the pages. She flipped through a few, and then headed back down to Ashlynn.
“When’s the next game?”
Ashlynn thought for a second. “Friday night.”
“Can you get me something of hers, like a piece of jewelry, which has sentimental value to her by then?”
Ashlynn nodded.
“Good. I’ll make sure she’s sorry she messed with one of my pets.” Ashlynn smiled at her. Lisa took a deep breath in, and let it out, Sublimating, so that she would be entirely in touch with Ashlynn’s fantasy. “No, I’m tired of the messes you make when you’re trying to think for yourself. Strip down, and go up to my room. I’ll be up to punish you in a moment.” Ashlynn’s smile grew wider.
On Friday, Lisa meet up with Ashlynn at lunch. Ashlynn pushed a small ring across the table. Lisa looked at it and smiled. “Is that a promise ring?”
“Yeah. Amber doesn’t wear any jewelry on the court, so she left it in her room. That’s the ring her parents got her when she swore she’d remain pure until marriage.”
Lisa nearly cackled at the irony.
After they ate, Lisa and Ashlynn headed towards the University Phys Ed building, and waited in the hallway by the locker room. Ashlynn had shown Lisa a picture of Amber, and she instantly recognized the tall girl with the permanent pout. Amber’s hair was the colour of honey and hung halfway down her back. She was already in short gym shorts, which showed off her long, shapely legs. Her pert breasts bounced under her Thunderhawks Volleyball T-shirt.
Lisa stepped forward, and stood directly in Amber’s path. Amber looked down at her, with a sneer. “What?”
“You’ve got a picture on your phone. You’re going to erase it or you’re going to be sorry.”
Amber glanced past Lisa, and saw Ashlynn leaning against the wall, watching them. Ashlynn’s eyes fell to the floor immediately. Amber laughed. “I’m not the one who’s going to be sorry. Get out of my way, or I’ll ruin that slut’s life.”
Lisa moved to the side, grinning cruelly. Amber watched her, and walked past, seeming a little phased. After she was gone, Lisa, returned to Ashlynn. “What do we do now?” Ashlynn asked, eyes on the floor.
Putting a finger under her chin, Lisa lifted Ashlynn’s face to look at her. “We show her what it means to ruin some slut’s life. Come with me.”
Together, they headed out to the bleachers in the university gym, already filling up with spectators for the game, which wouldn’t start for an hour. A group of students from the Film Studies department were setting up their equipment, and making sure they could broadcast the game to the screens suspended above. Lisa selected a spot for them near the back of the crowd. She told Ashlynn to wait, and then went to a rest room. She had brought some gym clothes with her, and switched into some tight black shorts and a T-Shirt, about the same cut as Amber’s volleyball uniform. She returned, sat next to Ashlynn, and settled in. Ashlynn waited nervously.
As the crowd filled in, and time went on, Ashlynn became more and more nervous. Just before the players came out, Lisa slipped the promise ring on her pinky, and began to chant under her breath, “My pleasure is your pleasure. My skin is your skin. To ravish me is to ravish you. Feel as I feel.”
“Huh?” Ashlynn asked. Lisa realized Ashlynn was always a little … out of it, when she invoked her pact with Erostopholes, usually kept at the mind dulling edge of orgasm when anything fantastic happened.
“It’s the Curse of Sympathy.”
“So she’s going to feel bad about being a bitch to me?” Ashlynn asked. As she spoke, the lights lowered, and an announcer began to call out the players, introducing them to the cheering crowd.
“No. If anyone touches me, she’s going to feel it like they touched her,” Lisa shouted over the crowd. “Here she comes. Kiss my neck.”
Ashlynn leaned forward, pulled Lisa’s dark, curly hair to the side, and brushed her lips against the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck. Below, on the court, Amber jumped. “Something seems to be wrong with Number 14, Amber Simmons,” came the distorted announcer’s voice over the P.A. The camera found her, and she had a hand on her neck, looking around. Ashlynn looked down out of the corner of her eye, and smiled.
Lisa turned to Ashlynn and smiled. “Ready to play?” Ashlynn nodded.
As both teams stood for the National Anthem, Ashlynn’s mouth searched for Lisa’s, her lips sensually climbing her neck, kiss by kiss. She worked her way across Lisa’s jaw, and then met Lisa’s mouth. Lisa kissed her timidly, barely brushing her lips against Ashlynn’s, enjoying the cool tickle of the tiny metal hoop through Ashlynn’s lip. Their mouths grazed each other with the softest touch. She teased Ashlynn, staying just out of reach, letting the excitement mount through anticipation. A few soft, gentle kisses, and then Ashlynn couldn’t take it anymore, fiercely grabbing Lisa’s mouth, and kissing her hard, tugging her hair slightly. As their tongues danced, Lisa felt the excitement pound between her legs.
They parted lips as the rest of the crowd sat. Below, Amber looked stunned, her pouting lips parted. She gently touched her mouth, looking around. Still confused, she took her place on the court.
“Give her a moment,” Lisa cautioned. They watched the first rally go through, and true to her star player status, Amber ended it with a fierce spike between the visiting teams defenders. As Amber’s team mate prepared to serve, Lisa nodded. The ball sailed over the net, and after a moment was about to be returned directly to Amber. Just as she prepared to receive it, Ashlynn slide her hand under Lisa’s shirt, gently stroking her stomach.
Lisa purred at the fingers across her soft belly.
The same sensation for Amber yielded a completely different result. She shrieked, and grabbed at the hem of her T-Shirt, pulling it down. The ball landed directly in front of her, and the crowd began to mutter in surprise.
They let another rally pass unmolested, and when the home team got the serve, it was Amber’s. As she threw it in the air, Ashlynn pinched Lisa’s ass. Lisa giggled playfully. Amber yelled out, missed the ball, and looked around desperately to see who was touching her.
As the first set went on, they continued teasing Amber, leaving her for a bit, then, at a critical second, Ashlynn would stroke Lisa’s leg, or nibble on her ear, or fondle her breasts. She had to keep escalating, as Amber seemed to steel herself to each trick. Sure, she might miss the ball, but she wouldn’t embarrass herself, yelping, tugging at her clothing, or missing completely. The other team noticed Amber’s game was off, and exploited the weakness.
As the home team lost the first set, and the players changed sides, the coach pulled Amber and put her on the bench. “Fuck,” Ashlynn whispered. “Now we can’t fuck with her.”
“I’m not done yet,” Lisa said. “Keep an eye on her.” Ashlynn smiled and nodded.
Lisa worked her way down to the ground floor, and was not surprised when she found Erostopholes, in his human form. As a handsome young man with bright blue eyes, he was waiting for her as she skirted the edge of the court. She reached out her hand to him, and their fingers interlaced. She led him towards the back of the bleachers, and snuck beneath them. He followed with his half smile beaming.
As soon as they were out of sight, Erostopholes grabbed Lisa by the shoulders, and pushed her firmly against the wall. A sense of helplessness washed over her. She was a vessel for his desires, a slave to his pleasures, and it made her body shake with excitement. He held her there, his lips hovering just out of reach. He snaked there, and she boldly leapt forward, trying to steal a kiss. “Bad girl,” he muttered as he pushed her against the wall. She gasped, excited for her punishment.
Amber squirmed on the bench. She checked her arms, and was surprised to see white marks, like strong fingers were holding them. Her back stung, like she had fallen on it. Worst of all, though, she was getting excited. She crossed her legs uncomfortably, and tried to watch her teammates, hoping they could salvage the game.
“Bad girls don’t get kisses,” the Master growled at Lisa.
“What do they get?” Lisa asked, biting her lip, knowing she was taunting him. He kept his face stern, but she was certain he wanted to manhandle her as badly as she wanted to be put in her place. He pushed her against the wall, and with a finger, slipped the short black shorts down, letting them rest under the curve of her ass. His hand sang as it flew through the air, landing with a sharp sting on her flesh. It was more pleasure then pain, and she nearly lost her balance. He grabbed one of her wrists, pinning it to the small of her back, and pushed her against the wall, giving her another glorious swat.
“Ready to be good?” His lips teased her ear.
“Um…” Lisa thought, looking up. “No?”
A little harder, his open hand crashed into her, and she gasped.
“Maybe?” she said, playfully squirming in his gasp.
Harder, he spanked her three times. Each one reverberated through her, burning through her with ecstasy.
“Okay,” she moaned. “I want to be a good girl.”
Erostopholes nodded. Then his hand whistled through the air, and smacked her ass again several more times. Lisa shrieked happily, and squirmed, loving her punishment.
Above, Ashlynn was the only one in the crowd who seemed to notice Amber stumble off the bench. Her team mates tried to help her, but she scurried away from them. She stood, watching the game, her arms crossed under her perky chest, her legs shaking every few seconds. She was blushing, and kept checking behind her, but there was no one back there. Whatever Lisa was doing, Amber was having more and more trouble hiding her … discomfort?
Lisa turned and faced the handsome human form of her demon. She looked pleadingly in his piercing blue eyes. “I’m sorry, Master. I want to be good. But I need you to teach me.”
He reached an arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her hungrily. “Admitting that is the first step. Perhaps we should give you some small reward.”
“I will do anything for you,” she whispered. “Please, let me please you.”
He cocked an eyebrow, and kissed her. He reached down, and ripped the T-Shirt off her. There was a flash of desperation, as Lisa realized she would have to walk out of here half naked, but that thought started to excite more than scare her. She hadn’t put on any underwear beneath the clothing she had switched into.
Erostopholes released her. Lisa slid slowly down the wall, looking up at him with wide, submissive eyes. Above him, the dark underside of the bleachers separated her, wearing only a tiny pair of gym shorts and sneakers, from a crowd of spectators focused on the game. The thought made her ache with excitement. She wanted to reach down between her legs and softly stroke her pussy. She knew better than to presume.
As she stared up coyly, he drank her in. He removed his suit jacket, and folded it carefully. Lisa moaned at him, begging for him to come play with her. He ignored her, untying his red tie, and then removing his dress shirt.
“Master, please. I need you to fuck me. I need your massive cock deep inside me.” She purred up at him, afraid that Amber would get away unpunished.
He looked at her, his eyes glowing in the darkened space. He knelt before where she was half sprawled out on the floor, still towering over her. He set aside the clothing he had removed, and surveyed her. Her shapely legs fidgeted, excited, and the short shorts she sported barely covered her. She propped herself up on her elbows, thrusting her round breasts at him. She gnawed on one lip, desperate for his touch.
He moved towards her, sleek and powerful, a predator. He grabbed one of her ankles, and forced her to bend her leg as he prowled closer. His fingertips glided up her other leg, making her gasp. They stopped just below the hem of her tiny shorts. He hovered over her, their skin unbearable inches apart. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his lean, muscular shoulders. She tried to pull herself up to press her lips to his, but he rose, staying just out of reach. He smiled his half smile at her, and his free hand danced up her side.
Finally, he kissed her, deeply. She tried to push up against him, but his free hand snapped down on her wrist, holding it to the floor, keeping him just out of her reach. She kissed him, and squirmed, trying to touch more of him. When their lips finally broke apart, he licked his lips and whispered “Sit still, and I’ll give you a treat.” She watched him, and nodded.
He leaned over her, closer now, and his lips brushed their way down her neck. She melted against his touch, but only pressed against where he engaged her. He let go of her ankle, and she kept her heel pressed against her butt, uncomfortable as it was. He released her wrist and stroked up her arm, and across her collarbone, to the hollow of her neck. His lips didn’t so much kiss as dust their way across her skin. He began to work his way along the sensitive underside of her breast. She moaned and arched her back. He seemed to like that, and let on hand wrest on her stomach. He flicked out his long, rough tongue, and it began to slide across her chest. His lips found her left nipple, and kissed, tugging a little. She yelped happily, and then he nipped at her softly.
Above, Ashlynn was immensely enjoying watching Amber squirm against the wall. She didn’t seem able to move away, and at some point she started standing on one leg, her other heel against her ass. She kept looking behind her, and tugging her shirt down, brushing away invisible hands, but only with her left hand. She kept her right wrist pinned against the wall, like something was holding it there. Her breathing was coming quicker, and her lips stayed slightly apart. She started to blush, and look around, but didn’t seem to see anyone.
Lisa had to trust that the Master wanted to punish the victim of her curse as badly as she did. She was certainly enjoying his work. His fingers hooked into the elastic band of the shorts, and whisked them off her body. She giggled with delight. He let his tongue glide across her navel, and then he began to kiss her hips, working his way ever downward.
She pulsed with the need for him, radiating through her being. His hands slide under her calves, up under her knees and he looped them around, spreading her thighs farther apart.
Above, Amber slipped and fell to the ground. Ashlynn laughed, but still, no one else seemed to notice her roommate’s distress.
Erostopholes slide his mouth down, and began to tease her with his warm breath, and gentle kisses between her legs, just on the edges of her most sensitive spots. Then, he let the strangely ridged demon tongue race across her clit. Lisa shouted out with surprise and pleasure. His mouth almost vibrated as he teased his way across her. His lips pressed against her slit, and his tongue began to dart against her, deeper into her than a tongue should go, then swiftly flicking out, dancing across her lower lips. He knew exactly what she wanted, in ways she wasn’t even aware. His every kiss, every lap, drove her wilder and wilder.
Within moments, she found herself choking back the sounds of a powerful orgasm, rippling through her. His tongue refused to let up, pressing softly against her hood as she bucked, her whole body shaking.
Meanwhile, others slowly started to notice Amber. She was making more and more nose. She would suddenly let out a little yelp, and the other players on the bench looked back at her. She blushed, and shook her head, and they ignored her. She started to squirm, and slowly, people in the audience began to notice her strange behaviour.
Ashlynn watched with glee as people whispered about Amber’s strange behaviour. Things got better and better when there was an interruption in play, and there was nothing to film on the court. Suddenly, the film studies students needed something to put on the big screen. Their camera found Amber.
“Simmons, number 14, seems to be having some kind of issue behind the bench,” the announcer called out. Amber’s face turned beat red, and her whole body started to shake. Her breathing was ragged, and she shook on the ground. She seemed to be swallowing back screams.
“It looks like she’s um … is she …?” the announcer stumbled. “Well, folks, I’m not quite sure what we’re seeing here. … It might be some kind of seizure.”
Amber laid on the gym floor, panting. When she regained her breath, she realized the whole gym was looking at her. She shook her head and shouted “Fine! I’m fine! A little light headed!” Then she ran to the locker room, blushing the whole way, unsteady on shaking legs.”
Below, Lisa chuckled. “Thank you, Master. If I could ask one favour?”
He tilted his head in the darkness.
“Can we … can we show her your true power?” She bit her lip, and waited a moment. “Will you fuck my brains out, so she knows …”
“Pet, I thought you wanted to punish her.”
“I do. The next phase is she needs to know what she’s missing.”
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