When the last traces of pleasure subsided she clambered to her feet and retrieved her phone. Fingers shaking, she tapped out a text to her Mistress. I touched myself until I came. Twice.
Her blood seemed to thicken in her veins as her thumb hovered over the Send button. Her heart pounded with relentless force. She didn’t have to tell Vivien.
The realization that she wanted to tell her rattled Polly. A calm knowledge that she’d know the sweet sting of that paddle again warmed her from the inside out.
She punched Send.
She couldn’t wait to pay for her disobedience.
* * * * *
As Vivien signed her tab, her phone chirped, indicating she’d received a text. She swiped the screen. I touched myself until I came. Twice.
Heat flared between her legs at the idea of her sub masturbating but Vivien quickly willed her own desire away. “Looks as if I have a naughty one on my hands,” she murmured as she replied. Enjoy the afterglow now. Your bottom will be glowing as you suffer the consequences tomorrow.
Mallory’s lips pulled into a knowing smile. “Don’t you just love it when they beg to be spanked?”
* * * * *
Excitement tingled in Polly’s stomach as she kneeled on the rug in her Mistress’s foyer, hands clasped behind her back, legs spread as widely as possible. Her pulse pounded relentlessly in her ears as the outside world slipped far away. There was only this. Only Ma’am. Only the pleasure-pain of her touch.
Polly’s breath caught as the door swung open. Dressed in her black skirt, white blouse, stockings and heels, Vivien stood on the threshold. “Come in.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Polly said as she readily crawled into the room. Sweet shame mingled with her desire to please, to push her Mistress to the limits.
“Get on the platform. Head down. Ass up.” Vivien’s tone was like a harsh symphony in Polly’s ears.
Obediently she crawled up onto a stagelike platform at one end of the dark studio. Instinct carried to her to where the soft red glow of a spotlight shown down. She imagined herself as if outside her body, looking down at how beautifully submissive she was with her legs spread and her forehead pressed down to the padded floor of the stage.
Her inner muscles clenched as she awaited the insertion of the plug she knew would follow. Just yesterday she couldn’t have dreamed of wanting such a thing—to have a butt plug seated firmly in her ass. Today she couldn’t fathom being without it, of missing the sensation of fullness, the constant reminder that Ma’am was in control.
Polly’s heart beat faster with every step she heard Vivien take toward her.
“This is not the same plug I used yesterday,” Vivien said.
Polly jerked at the cold sensation of lube being slathered on her opening.
“The one I used yesterday was just to get you used to the feeling of something in your ass. This one will be bigger,” Vivien promised, sliding a finger, then two, deep inside Polly’s bottom.
Polly tried to swallow. Tension radiated through her body. She wondered if she could tolerate it. And yet she wanted that ragged edge of pain, that thrill of being pushed to a precipice.
The two fingers stretched her as they worked in and out and when Vivien removed them completely Polly moaned her need to be filled.
She held her breath as the tip of the new plug nudged her rosette. A hand glided up and down the outside of one thigh, soothing her in stark contrast to the threatening silicone about to invade her ass. “Relax, darling.”
Polly dipped her spine, pushing her bottom up in unspoken invitation.
“Push back against the plug,” Vivien instructed.
The second Polly pushed toward it, the plug breached her rim. She gasped at the smarting burn. Terror that she couldn’t take it flooded her. Vivien twisted the plug, working it slowly, deliberately inside.
Every instinct in Polly’s body urged her to clench, to shy away. Balling her fists and biting her bottom lip, she forced herself to submit to the intrusion. Her ass stretched to admit half the plug.
Perspiration beaded on her forehead and broke out along the length of her spine.
“You’re doing beautifully,” Vivien encouraged. “Let it inside you. Surrender.”
Mewling, Polly stopped struggling against the slick pressure. Her clit pulsed as inch by wicked inch the plug moved into her. Finally her sphincter closed around the narrow base and she let out the breath she’d been holding.
The pain subsided into something indescribable and erotic. She felt so full. Every breath caused her ass to throb around the device deep inside her. She needed to come but the desire to wait took precedence. She hadn’t earned the right to enjoy pleasure yet.
Her breathing deepened and she felt herself slipping into that floating space she’d only ever experienced with Vivien.
“That’s lovely,” Vivien said. “You love that big plug in your bottom, don’t you?”
“Yes Ma’am.” Polly’s voice sounded thick and faraway in her ears.
“Now,” Vivien told her. “You must be punished. You must be taught not to come without permission.”
Polly gulped. “Yes Ma’am.”
“Come with me.” Vivien turned and strode toward a bar that reminded Polly of a gymnastics setup.
The bar itself was slightly padded. Two cuffs dangled from chains that disappeared into the blackness of the ceiling. Another bar, a little over two feet long with cuffs on each end, waited at the base of the contraption.
The plug shifted unmercifully as Polly crawled across the soft flooring. She ached to stop, to fall to her side and press her legs together to assuage the needy pounding in her clit.
“Stand,” Vivien ordered. “Lean over the bar.”
Polly’s knees ached as she carefully gained her feet. The bar hit her right at the hips. Vivien took and lifted one of Polly’s hands, securing it snugly in the Velcro cuffs. When the other was in place Polly was stretched almost to the point of being up on tiptoe. Only the bar prevented her from toppling forward.
“Spread your legs,” Vivien said, nudging one of Polly’s feet open with the toe of her shoe.
Polly complied, straining as Vivien ordered her to take a wider stance. Trembling, Polly waited while her Mistress fastened the spreader bar with a cuff on each ankle. She’d never been restrained like this and the lurking panic propelled her cocktail of fear and desire higher and higher.
Wide-eyed, she twisted and squirmed, loving the feel and pull of the restraints. Vivien had left her and Polly couldn’t tell where she’d gone.
The smack of the same leather paddle Vivien had used yesterday cracked the air. Polly’s backside warmed in anticipation.
Spank me, Ma’am. Punish me…
Her thighs trembled. Her toes scrabbled for a firmer position on the floor. Bound like this she couldn’t brace herself. She’d be completely at Vivien’s mercy.
Soft light illuminated a mirror in front of her. Other mirrors loomed into view behind so that she could see herself in all her submissive glory. Shame burned in her cheeks. She’d allowed this. She’d offered herself up to be chained and spread.
Experiencing it was one thing. Humiliated by her own desire she looked at herself, reflected to infinity, naked, arms up, legs anchored apart by a bar, the visible nub of the plug jutting from her bottom, her pussy on display due to her ignominious posture.
She shut her eyes and twisted her head away.
“Look at yourself!” Vivien commanded.
Reluctantly Polly opened her eyes. “I don’t want to.”
“You don’t have a choice, do you?”
God, Vivien was beautiful, standing there, one hand on her hip, the other tapping the black leather paddle against her own thigh. Polly wanted to gaze at her, to beg her forgiveness for masturbating.
“Look in the mirror, pet,” Vivien urged.
Polly’s gaze slid to her reflection again.
“You love this, don’t you?” Vivien’s voice echoed Polly’s thoughts.
“You want me to spank you. You need to feel the sting on your bottom. You want to watch yourself being punished.”
Yes…
“No!” Polly blurted, unable to admit it out loud. “No! Don’t make me.”
One of Vivien’s eyebrows arched. She went to the shelf again and returned with something round and red, something with straps. A gag!
Polly shook her head. She wouldn’t accept a gag in her mouth. She couldn’t. There’d be no way for her to scream, for her to use her safeword.
“No,” she whimpered, some traitorous part of her still avoiding her word as Vivien traced the ball over her lips.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart. That’s it.”
Shaking, Polly parted her lips. Vivien pushed the ball into her mouth and deftly fastened the straps behind her head before Polly could protest. Her mewling was muffled as she adjusted to the feel of the red ball between her teeth. It seemed too big—her mouth too full. Just like her bottom.
Vivien stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Oh, that’s lovely.” Moving behind Polly, she angled her head up so that she had to look at herself in the mirror again. “See how beautiful you look?”
Polly knew she should avert her eyes but she couldn’t. Vivien’s words washed through her. Lovely. Beautiful.
“You’ve given me a wonderful gift,” Vivien said, her hands roaming down the insides of Polly’s arms, around to cup her breasts. While the fingers of one hand kneaded her nipple the others skimmed down her belly to fork through her folds.
Polly shuddered as the finger wriggled its way into her channel.
“Does that feel good?” Vivien purred in her ear.
Polly nodded. Being restrained only enhanced the sensations between her legs. Her muscles flexed and released. The bars prevented her from moving her hips or legs. The wide spread of her arms denied her upper body any movement. Unable to speak, she groaned.
The bliss of the finger retreated and Vivien stooped to retrieve her paddle.
Polly’s pulse accelerated. She loved the contact with her Mistress, the attention. The connection of willingly submitting to this gorgeous, dominant woman carried her to heights she’d never known in traditional sex.
Her gaze shifted to the reflection of the mirror behind her. Her ass pushed out and the nub of the plug was visible. Her pussy lips glistened with wetness.
“If you come while I’m spanking you, I’ll put you in the corner,” Vivien threatened.
Polly’s heart seemed to beat in her throat as she waited for the first smack.
“Nod if you understand.”
Eyes still fixed on her rear, Polly nodded.
“Do you deserve to be punished?” The paddle glided over Polly’s thighs and backside.
She nodded vigorously. Her fingers curled around the chains. Mouth dry with anticipation, she strained to brace herself.
Vivien stepped to the side so that Polly had a full view of herself. The paddle swung back, not nearly as far as Polly would have thought, and then with a flick of her wrist Vivien delivered the first breathtaking swat.
Fire warmed Polly’s bottom. She sucked in through her nostrils, moaned against the ball gag. The lines blurred between pain and pleasure, creating some whole new sensation she couldn’t define.
Again the finger teased into her cunt then withdrew. Another hard lick of the paddle landed on her ass. Through the haze of subspace Polly watched as the thick stripe blushed bright red. The sight of it intensified her arousal.
Her clit burned with the need to be touched, rubbed. Her nipples felt raw. Tight.
“Lift your finger in lieu of your safeword,” Vivien said. “Understand?”
Polly nodded and gripped the chains tighter. She wouldn’t be using that safeword. Not today. She wished she hadn’t been gagged so she could beg for more. She wanted her ass and thighs to burn. She wanted the paddle’s sting to linger when Vivien allowed her a second taste of her pussy.
Taboo desires filled Polly’s thoughts, fleeting through her head like the wisps of a dream. Vivien kissing her on the mouth, touching her everywhere, holding her. Telling her she was perfect and beautiful.
Making love.
An exchange of power instead of the current confines of their relationship.
Physical sensation chased Polly’s fantasies away. She tried to cling to them, but found all she could concentrate on was her body.
More sharp smacks punished her bottom, the finger alternating to probe her channel. An orgasm lurked, just out of reach. Oh yes…
No! She couldn’t come. Ma’am hadn’t given her permission. She whimpered and tried to keep the orgasm at a distance.
“Do you want to come?”
Damn, was the woman a mind reader as well?
Polly nodded. She struggled against her bonds. The warm heat in her bottom had aroused her beyond control. Her cunt shimmied inside, the quickening just there, just…
Please…
The paddling had stopped but now Vivien’s finger teased in and out of her. Polly’s mind blanked as she focused on nothing except the slick, slow slide of the finger in her pussy. Vivien’s lips brushed her ear. “Have you learned your lesson?”
Polly struggled to nod. Any movement threatened to make her come.
“Do you need release?”
Tears streamed unchecked down Polly’s cheeks. She nodded again. Her gaze flicked to the reflection where she could see Vivien’s finger lazily pumping in and out of her. The image fused with the sensation of being invaded and reminded her of the thick plug. If she added one more finger… If she stroked just a little bit faster…
With her free hand Vivien rubbed Polly’s striped-red flesh. “You can come now, pet.” The second finger slipped inside her. One, two, three hard thrusts…
Polly surrendered. Almost instantly her body convulsed against the restraints. Both passages clamped down on their invaders. She bit down on the ball in her mouth. Wild, muffled moans filled the otherwise quiet space.
“Come,” Vivien encouraged, still fucking her. “Keep coming.”
Historically Polly’s orgasms had been short-lived, fleeting moments of bliss. But this…
The spasms continued, growing in intensity. Savage pleasure racked her, shooting in lightning bolts to her scalp and down to her toes. Every muscle in her body seemed ready to snap. A second orgasm rushed up and seized her. Head hanging, she sagged, giving herself over to the restraints. Ecstasy rendered her breathless, at the edge of consciousness.
Vivien didn’t stop until Polly had gone completely limp.
Polly became vaguely aware of the gag being removed. She smacked her dry lips, slowly floating back to her senses as first one ankle and then the other was released. Her strained muscles protested when she moved her legs. She feared she’d collapse when one arm was freed. Vivien guided her hand to the bar. Polly held to it for support as the other wrist was released.
“Are you all right?” Vivien’s hand smoothed over Polly’s hair.
Polly’s gaze collided with Vivien’s. An all-consuming need to please her Mistress reared up hard in her in spite of her fatigue. Polly pushed away from the bar, sank down to her kneeling position and laced her fingers behind her head. “Yes Ma’am.”
The approval in her Mistress’s eyes made Polly proud. She’d endured her punishment. She’d resisted the urge to come until Vivien had allowed it. Aching for reward, she basked in the approval shining in Vivien’s eyes.
Inhaling, Vivien leaned against the bar and drew up her skirt to expose the beautiful juncture between her thighs. “Come here,” she said as she spread her legs.
Polly crawled to her and without being told, put her hands behind her back and nuzzled her face into Vivien’s luscious pussy.
Chapter Five
Vivien gripped the bar to keep her knees from buckling. Her eyes drifted shut as she felt the warmth of Polly’s tongue tease into her crease, circle her clit. Polly angled, inadvertently pushing her, and Vivien struggled to maintain her ba
lance. Her feet shifted farther apart, admitting more. She tilted her hips toward the hungry mouth.
Polly’s tongue searched between her pussy lips. Vivien’s thighs trembled. Her hand shook as she let go of the bar and threaded her fingers through the thick, blonde strands of Polly’s hair.
What would it be like to lie in a bed next to her? To give and receive without the power structure?
Vivien quickly willed her little fantasies away. She herself had set the rules. This was not a romantic relationship.
But during aftercare… If I just held her in the bed… Just for a little bit.
Polly deserved to be consoled after the punishment she’d taken.
Besides, Polly’s questionnaire had revealed a delicate bit of insight into her psyche. Though she masked it well the girl desperately longed for approval from an authority figure.
The need wasn’t uncommon among young lesbians, but left unfulfilled could prove detrimental to their ability to form lasting relationships. Or worse, lure them into liaisons with abusive partners.
Vivien’s conflicting thoughts faded as sensation built between her legs. Polly sucked at her clit, working her lips over the swollen bud. Vivien gazed at her and then closed her eyes once again as she gave in to the rush of orgasm. She pursed her lips to keep from crying out as ecstasy rippled through her. Holding Polly’s head tightly, Vivien rolled her hips to take every last bit of pleasure.
When she finally caught her breath she stroked Polly’s hair. Shimmering wetness glistened on the sub’s lips. Her pupils were still enlarged, indicating she was still deep in subspace. “Well done, pet,” Vivien praised. “Come with me.”
Polly crawled behind her as Vivien crossed the studio to the darkened corner where she’d positioned a bed behind a curtain.
“Bend over the side of the bed,” she instructed.
Polly obeyed without question and Vivien gently removed the plug. She dropped it in a small sink and rinsed her hands before dampening a washcloth with warm water.
After pushing Polly’s hair aside Vivien bathed the back of her neck then moved down her spine, smoothed the cloth over each reddened ass cheek and then dipped it between her legs to clean up the wetness and remnants of lubricant.
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