Vivien tossed the cloth in the sink and turned back around. Polly remained in position, legs spread, ass high, head down. Vivien’s channel clenched at the beautiful sight. Her pulse began to race as she imagined crawling into that bed with her sub. Skin against skin.
It would make more sense to cover her with a warm blanket and sit on the side of the bed to soothe her. But even as Vivien told herself those very words she began unbuttoning her blouse. Tension knotted her stomach as she slipped it off and carefully hung it on a hook. Her nude lace bra followed, then her heels, her skirt, her stockings and garter belt.
She moved to the side of the bed, gathered a throw and sat. “Come here,” she said softly.
Polly climbed onto it and into Vivien’s arms. Together they lay back on the sheets as Vivien covered their bodies with the blanket. She drew Polly’s head down onto her shoulder, sighing as the sub’s legs tangled with hers under the warmth of the covers.
Vivien held her, stroking her hair and back until she felt the shift in Polly’s body.
Usually this would be the time to slowly get her client moving but Vivien didn’t want the moment to end just yet. Holding someone this way, so close…
She breathed in. How long had it been? She hadn’t realized she missed it so much until now.
She cleared her throat. “Are you all right?”
Polly let out a little moan of pleasure. “More than all right.” She stretched but made no move to leave Vivien’s embrace. “I feel so…relaxed,” Polly offered. “Like after a massage.”
Vivien felt anything but relaxed. Her nipples ached to be touched and kissed. She wanted to slide her legs against the silky pair draped over hers, to move her palms over Polly’s body, her breasts, pussy and ass.
“Can we…can we talk?” Polly asked.
Vivien swallowed against the thickness in her throat. “Of course.”
“I don’t understand this,” Polly offered, the clarity slipping back into her voice with every word. “I mean, everything I’ve ever been taught seems, well, wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“I’ve spent the most part of my life advocating for women’s rights. Believing women should show their strength. And here—here I would suffer any humiliation you dealt me just for a stroke on the head, for a kind look, for…this.”
Vivien breathed in the scent of Polly’s hair. Her strength masked the wounded little girl within who only wanted to be reassured and accepted. But Polly wasn’t ready to hear that yet. She needed to be shown it. “Why does strength mean having to be dominant? I think the real strength lies in being submissive. In knowing your limits, your boundaries, in controlling your own pleasure without saying a word.”
“I never thought of it like that,” Polly whispered. She was silent for a moment before she asked, “But where does that leave you? When you first got started how did you reconcile it? What made you want to be a dominatrix?”
Vivien chuckled but her laughter held no mirth. “I enjoy helping my clients on their journey to a full awakening.”
“I’m a women’s studies major and even to me that sounds like some sort of New Age-y bullshit.”
For such a young woman Polly was astute. Vivien didn’t want to reveal the real reason. It would make her vulnerable. Exposed. She needed to keep a certain emotional distance from her clients and opening up to them would hurt their experience.
“It’s true,” Vivien hedged. “I’m part psychologist, part confidante, part sex therapist.” It wouldn’t do to frighten Polly with the whole I’m terrified of being vulnerable so I have to be in control truth.
“Have you ever—” Polly began but then stopped. “Never mind.”
Even though Vivien knew what Polly was about to ask she prodded anyway. “Have I what?”
“Been involved with a client.”
She hesitated. “Yes, but I learned my lesson there. It’s not professional. And it takes away from the client’s experience. The session is not as realistic, not as effective.” Vivien continued, hoping to clarify. “There’s a natural leaning to attribute romantic feelings to a Domme or sub. But in the daylight it rarely works out. Without the magic of the power interchange, the relationship aspect often falls flat.”
It hadn’t fallen flat with Claire…
Vivien squeezed her eyes shut. Claire was just the reminder she needed to maintain her distance with Polly.
“Am I…am I different from your other clients?” Polly asked.
This was something all novices asked sooner or later. “Each client’s needs are different and I adjust accordingly.”
Polly’s leg slid higher so that her knee rested between Vivien’s thighs. “You seem to know what…what I need. How?”
“Your checklist. Your body language. Your responses,” Vivien told her. “It’s in your eyes.”
“What do you get out of it?” Polly asked boldly.
She was out of subspace. Vivien should end the session but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the comfort of Polly’s arms just yet.
Afraid Polly would sense it Vivien willed her tension away. “I’m here to assist you.”
“You obviously enjoy something about it,” Polly said. “Because your pussy is always wet when you let me eat it.”
Vivien’s breath caught. The ribald words caused a visceral reaction in her channel. It clenched and clenched again. Vivid images filled her thoughts, starring a blonde sub nudging closer, nibbling, licking, sucking.
Mercy.
“Tell me why it turns you on,” Polly prodded, her voice softer, filled with pleading not even a hardened dominatrix like Vivien could deny.
There was no singular it that aroused her. But rather, Polly basking in her own submission, her brown eyes almost black with desperate need.
“Do you always allow your clients to—to taste you?” Polly asked.
“No. Not always.” Hardly ever, in fact. Vivien didn’t divulge that. “I try to anticipate what each client needs. No more. No less.”
Polly’s legs moved sensuously against hers. Vivien brushed her cheek against soft, blonde hair and velvety skin. “Tell me about what it was like when you realized you were a lesbian.”
Apprehension shivered through Polly’s limbs. “I was a lesbian long before I realized it. When I was thirteen I made out with a friend of mine. We kissed. Touched a little. No real sex or anything. God, it made me so horny. I couldn’t wait to try it with a guy but when I did I didn’t have the same physical reaction. I didn’t get turned-on by thinking about doing him. Not in the least. When I thought about fucking my girlfriend though…shit. Just the idea of tasting her, of making her come, made me so hot. After I finally had sex with a lesbian I knew for sure.”
“Have you come out?”
“No. I mean, not to my parents. To my friends and all, yes,” Polly said. She inhaled deeply and then blew out the breath. “I think my mom suspected there was something between my friend and me in high school. We’d been kissing in our poolhouse and we heard someone outside. When we looked my mom was standing there, looking kinda funny. Not long after that we moved to another town. My mom was always distant after that.”
“Are your parents religious?”
“Not so much religious as old school. My mom caught me masturbating when I was little. I couldn’t have been more than four or five. She spanked me and when my dad got home from work I overheard her telling him about it. He laughed.” Polly’s voice got thicker as she went on. “I don’t guess I’d ever known shame until then. I felt like—like something was wrong with me.”
“Those experiences make marks on our souls we carry with us for a lifetime.”
Polly swallowed and snuggled closer. “Is that why I…why I enjoy this so much? Because of that time I was spanked?”
“Possibly. There are myriad reasons for enjoying submission.”
“I’ve always felt as if something were missing. You know. When I have sex with someone. Just something I need that they’re incapable of
giving. I thought it was me. But with you… Here I don’t know how to describe it other than it—you—make me feel…whole.”
Vivien bit her bottom lip as Polly’s declaration inundated her. This sort of thing happened. Her clients often confused their needs with their emotions. It didn’t mean anything. There was no future for them. Not really.
And if Polly was as talented as Mallory claimed then fame would come and it’d be just like it was with Claire all over again.
Even given those very valid reasons Vivien did not encourage Polly to dress and leave.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Polly asked.
Vivien swallowed thickly. “Yes.”
“Are you a lesbian or is this just part of the training?”
“Would it matter?” Vivien deflected, her tone colder than she intended.
“It’s just that most of my lesbian friends are other women’s studies majors. I only have a couple of musician friends who are gay. I’ve never met anyone who does what…l-like you.” That leg eased up Vivien’s again.
Polly kept talking. “I asked because if you’re not gay you ought to be.” She let out an uncomfortable laugh.
Vivien couldn’t help but chuckle. What would it hurt to let her guard down? Just a little. “Yes, Polly. I’m a lesbian.”
Growing quiet, Polly burrowed her face against Vivien’s chest and moments later Vivien heard even breathing, indicating she was asleep.
* * * * *
Polly wanted to kick herself. Hard. She knew she’d crossed the line with Vivien but their session had left her feeling intoxicated. She hadn’t been able to control herself.
A naughty thought snaked through her head. What if Vivien punished her for it?
Polly sucked in a sharp breath as arousal engorged her clit. The fragrant bubbles and silky, warm water of her bath had been enough to get her pussy creaming. The thought of bending over Vivien’s lap for a good old-fashioned hand-spanking was just too much.
Her hand glided under the bubbles, down her belly, straight toward her…
“Fuck.” She groaned when she remembered Vivien’s rule. No masturbating.
“Damn it,” Polly muttered. Fuck Vivien’s instructions. Polly was going to do it.
And hopefully pay for it tomorrow.
Leaning her head back against the rolled-up towel at her neck, she circled her fingers over her clit, letting a scenario between her and Vivien play out in her head.
* * * * *
Polly’s arms ached from holding them behind her as she kneeled, legs spread. Her clit pulsed over and over as she realized she wasn’t going to get the punishment for which she’d hoped.
Her ass hadn’t been plugged as soon as she got here, leaving her disappointed and a little apprehensive.
Vivien sat on the sofa, looking insanely hot in a pair of masculine black trousers, a white shirt, untied bowtie and black suit coat. Her trademark retro makeup seemed at odds with her severely pulled-back hair. Legs spread, she sat, lazily stroking a lifelike strap-on dildo.
“Twice?” Vivien demanded harshly.
“Yes Ma’am.” Tears stung Polly’s eyes. She’d been sitting here like this for half an hour, tortured by holding her pose. More so by Vivien dressed like a beautiful man.
Something about knowing that sweet, soft pussy was hidden under all those mannish clothes made Polly so horny she couldn’t stand it.
“What did you think about while you were touching yourself?” Vivien asked seductively.
Polly debated lying but part of her wanted to see what Vivien’s reaction would be if she told her the bald truth. “I was thinking about fucking you.”
The dim light sparked in Vivien’s eyes, but only for an instant before she reverted to the cool, cocky male once more. “Tell me. Don’t leave out any details.”
Polly’s stomach clenched. “I imagined you’d bent me over your lap and spanked me. Hard. So hard I used my safeword. You stopped and brushed away my tears and told me to get in the bed with you. Then you took my hand and guided it between your legs. You were soaking wet and you asked me to finger you. I did and you—”
“What’d my cunt feel like inside?”
“Like…like wet velvet. Hot. You—you sighed when I slid my finger inside to stroke your G-spot. You told me how good it felt. And then you…kissed me.”
“Where?” Vivien asked. Her voice sounded hoarse.
“On the mouth. I straddled you and used my hips to push against my hand while I fingered you. We kissed the whole time until you—until I felt you coming.”
“What happened after that?” Vivien’s knee tensed and her eyebrows furrowed slightly, making Polly wonder if she was wearing one of those strap-ons with two heads. Maybe three.
“Then you ate my pussy,” Polly told her boldly.
Vivien stared. Her hand stopped stroking the cock. “Come here.”
Polly’s muscles protested when she moved to crawl. Fighting the stiffness, she crossed the floor. Vivien scooted up on the sofa and patted her thighs. “Over my lap.”
Polly’s pulse ran wild as she positioned herself over her Mistress’s lap. The wool trousers scratched her belly. The thick dildo nudged her side. Blood rushed to her head as she planted her palms on the floor, offering up her ass for punishment.
Vivien caressed her hair and her back before moving to her bottom. Each sweep of her hand grew more and more familiar, easing threateningly into her cleft. “You’ve been a naughty girl.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Excitement fired through Polly’s veins. When Vivien’s fingertip pushed insistently against her rosette Polly instinctively spread and rolled her hips toward the sinister intrusion.
“I am going to spank you,” Vivien said. “And then I’m going to fuck you with this big dick.”
A shudder rippled down Polly’s spine.
“In the ass.”
Polly’s breath froze in her lungs. A finger or a plug was one thing. That dildo was altogether something different.
Reaching underneath her, Vivien latched on to one of Polly’s nipples. She kneaded and pinched it with the perfect amount of cruelty as she delivered several hard smacks to Polly’s backside.
Polly squirmed, simultaneously wanting more and fearing she couldn’t withstand it.
Both ass cheeks blazed hot. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out and the torsion on her nipple fused the connection between her clit, her butt and her tits.
Finally the sweet torture stopped. Polly sagged, gasping for air. She floated, basking in the heat throbbing like a heartbeat in her bottom. She wanted to curl against Vivien, to kiss her and thank her for the spanking she’d been dying for since she’d masturbated the day before. Vaguely aware, she heard a flip cap being opened. She jerked as cold, greasy lube came in contact with her pussy and then her anus.
Something narrow—a nozzle—slid inside her there and she felt the cool goo filling her bottom. The nozzle slipped out, leaving her hungry for more.
“Stand and bend over the back of the sofa,” Vivien commanded.
Polly’s channel squeezed in anticipation as she got on her feet and bent, placing her hands on the back of the sofa. Light played in the shimmering lube Vivien had slathered on the dildo. When she stood she peeled her trousers down, revealing a tight black harness and the jutting cock. Polly’s suspicions were confirmed. The strap-on was made to pleasure them both simultaneously. Bulges in the crotch of the harness indicated Vivien was plugged in both her cunt and ass.
After stepping out of her trousers she moved behind Polly.
Fearing she would come without permission, Polly tensed as the thick cock head burrowed through her crease. When it prodded her pussy she pushed back, wanting it.
Craving it.
She trembled uncontrollably as it eased into her channel, stretching her so that she felt every unyielding inch. Her head dropped when Vivien’s hips countered hers and rocked sensuously. Polly’s nails dug into the leather. Her clit ached with the need to be
rubbed. She wanted to come so badly tears spilled down her cheeks.
A soft, feminine hand braced itself on her spine, the sensation contrasting the hard cock buried to the balls in her cunt.
“Have you ever taken a cock in the ass?” Vivien’s voice was rough.
“No Ma’am.” Polly had always fantasized about it, but had never actually done it. She’d enjoyed the fullness of the plugs, but fear choked her that the big dildo would hurt.
A finger slid up Polly’s ass and she moaned at the delicious heaven of being filled in two holes at once.
“I’m going to fuck your ass.” Vivien’s threat sent shivers through Polly’s limbs.
“I can’t take it in there,” Polly whimpered.
“I think you can.”
Polly’s heart pounded in her throat as the cock slid out of her pussy. The finger eased out of her ass and then the tip of the dildo circled her rim before nudging the opening.
“I can’t!” she cried. But even as she protested, the tip penetrated her. A white-hot ring of pain raced around her rim. Gritting her teeth, she debated uttering her safeword.
It wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t too much.
Not yet.
Vivien took her time, allowing Polly to adjust to the invasion.
“It hurts,” Polly insisted as the dildo inched farther inside. “Please…”
In truth she welcomed the slight, sharp pain as her body submitted to her Mistress’s whims. She had disobeyed. She deserved this. She wanted to be disciplined. To know Vivien was looking down on that thick toy, penetrating her ass.
Her inner tissue yielded and awakened to the intrusion. Any pain she’d experienced ebbed. The sensation and knowledge that Vivien was fucking her in the ass fused into a heady desire that made juices trickle onto the tops of her thighs.
In. Out. In again. This time deeper.
Polly’s pulse roared in her ears.
“My cock is all the way inside your ass.” Vivien pumped her hips, slowly at first and then faster.
An orgasm lurked just out of reach. Polly mewled, wishing she could use her fingers, desperate to rub her clit. She clawed at the back of the sofa.
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