by Emily Vixen
Lucy reached the fourth floor of the apartment complex and checked her phone again to ensure she was at the right apartment. Number thirty-six. Good, she hadn’t messed things up. Better still, she was five minutes early – obviously much better than being late yet not so early that her desperation would be painfully obvious. She took a deep breath to gather her courage before reaching out and knocking firmly on the door. This was it. She finally going to meet Mandy face-to-face and get the opportunity she’d always longed for. She was finally going to have a dominant woman take control in the bedroom and take her to new heights of pleasure that she could have never reached on her own.
The door opened and Lucy was thrilled to see that Mandy was already wearing her dominatrix gear. The tight leather outfit accentuated her ample chest and didn’t cover her thighs whatsoever, leaving her pussy barely covered by a triangle of leather that dipped down between her legs. A black pair of high-heeled boots stretched up to her mid-thigh, matching the long gloves she was wearing and the whip she was already wielding in one hand. Clearly Mandy was every bit as confident in person as she had been in their messages. Lucy didn’t think she would ever have the courage to answer the door wearing something so skimpy and suggestive.
“Lucy, right?” Mandy said, stepping aside to let the other woman inside. “I’m glad you’re here. Do you want to get right to it?” she asked as she closed the door again once Lucy had entered the apartment. Lucy didn’t answer at first. She was too busy looking around the apartment. It was spacious and nicely decorated, which was in itself a pleasant sight to behold, but what really caught her attention were the various BDSM-related items laying around, ready to be used. A steel bar hung from the ceiling with handcuffs threaded through it. It was low enough that she could easily reach the handcuffs but she wouldn’t be able to get out of them on her own. She felt wet again just thinking about being trapped like that, leaving Mandy able to do whatever she pleased to her.
“Uh, yeah, sure. If that’s okay.” Lucy said, finally realising she hadn’t actually answered Mandy. “Sorry, it’s my first time with a casual encounter.” Lucy admitted with a little laugh.
“Oh.” Mandy seemed surprised at first but took the news well, smiling again a moment later. “Well, are you sure you’re up for it? It’s really up to you, after all. I know BDSM can be a lot to handle for some people, especially with a stranger.”
“It’s fine,” Lucy assured her, “BDSM is actually the reason I signed up to the website in the first place,” she confessed. “I’ve always wanted to be really dominated but I could never get a girlfriend willing to actually try it.”
“Most people do prefer to be submissive,” Mandy agreed with a grin, “but I’m not really complaining. Works out better for me, after all. Well then, first things first, you’ll need a safe-word. You know all about that kind of thing already, I hope?” Mandy asked.
“Yeah. Basically something I can say that means we have to stop, in case it becomes too much for me.”
“That’s right. You’ll have to make sure it’s something unusual though. It’ll make us both stop out of confusion if nothing else, and that way and it will be easier to bring things to a stop.”
“That makes sense. Uh…what safe-word do you usually use?” Lucy asked. All of a sudden her mind was blank and she couldn’t think of anything.
“Rhubarb.” Mandy said with a slight grin. Lucy couldn’t help laughing slightly. “See? If we’re getting into things and you suddenly yell ‘rhubarb’ I’m going to know something’s wrong.” Mandy pointed out.
“I guess that makes sense. Alright then, Rhubarb it is.” Lucy agreed. “So, now that that’s out of the way we I’m ready to start whenever you are.”
“Let’s start now then.” Mandy said, clearing her throat before cracking her whip against the floor, the sound of the snap echoing through the room. “Lucy. Strip.” Mandy ordered.
Lucy shuddered a little already. Being dominated really was incredible. She nodded quickly. “Gladly, mistress.” She spoke quietly, the crushing wave of desire muting her voice slightly as she grabbed her dress and slid it off to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It felt amazing having Mandy dominate her and order her around and it felt even better when she was naked in front of her. The fact that she was exposed whilst Mandy remained clothed only served to heighten her pleasure.
“Good. Now, over here.” Mandy said, gesturing towards the handcuffs hanging from a bar on the ceiling. She put her whip to one side and lifted Lucy’s hands, putting one of them in the handcuffs and then the other. Now her hands were bound above her head she had no way of moving and she felt her pussy get even wetter with excitement. A dominating personality was a good start to the night but being stuck in place with no way to cover her nudity was already driving her wild with lust. “Spread your legs.” Mandy instructed her.
Lucy did as she was ordered again and looked down at the floor to ensure she wouldn’t accidentally kick the furniture when she moved her feet. That was when she realised there was more handcuffs attached to small steel bars on the floor. Mandy knelt down and fixed them to Lucy’s ankles, keeping her from moving around too much as well as keeping her legs spread wide open. She could still move her legs a little and lift them a couple of feet in the air if she wanted but it stopped her from wriggling around too much. More than that, it excited Lucy to feel the bindings around her ankles. Bondage was the main reason she’d become interested in BDSM to begin with and it was turning out to be just as arousing as she’d expected it to be.
“Now then, what shall I do with you?” Mandy thought aloud as she made a show of looking over Lucy’s naked body. Lucy’s nipples stiffened to rigid peaks as she felt Mandy’s eyes roving over her exposed breasts and her pussy felt even wetter still when the other woman’s gaze dropped to her crotch.
“Anything you want,” Lucy gasped quietly, squirming on the spot. “Please, don’t make me wait.”
“Oh?” Mandy smirked at her before reaching out to grab at her tits, squeezing them slightly and then leaning in to lick gently at one of her nipples. Lucy let out a yelp of pleasure and shuddered again at the sensation. It really did make everything feel more sensitive when someone was taking the time to indulge her and let her be truly submissive. “You want me to make you feel good, do you?” Mandy teased her, squeezing her tits as she spoke.
“Y-yes, please!” Lucy gasped, writhing again and arching her back to try and push her tits more into Mandy’s grasp.
“I suppose I can do that. Actually, I have an idea you might like,” Mandy said, one of her hands trailing down past Lucy’s tits and over her stomach to push against her pussy. Lucy gasped again and moaned softly, wriggling and doing her best to rub her wet cunt against Mandy’s hand to stimulate herself. “You certainly seem wet enough already.” Mandy stepped away for a moment and Lucy whined quietly in dissatisfaction when her hand disappeared from her pussy. She cheered up again however when she saw the huge, thick strap-on that Mandy was putting on over her dominatrix outfit. Her pussy was throbbing urgently. She wanted nothing more than to have Mandy stick it inside her and pound her furiously.
Mandy stood for a moment, letting Lucy get a good look at the huge strap-on that she was planning to shove inside of her.
“If you want it inside of you though, you have to beg.” Mandy told her with a wicked grin.
“Beg?” Lucy repeated breathlessly. She couldn’t stop panting with lust as she wriggled urgently on the spot. “I…please, put it inside me.” Lucy said softly.
“No, no, not good enough,” Mandy said with a grin, standing so close that the tip of her strap-on was faintly brushing against Lucy’s sensitive pussy. Lucy tried to move and rub against it but Mandy pulled away, remaining just out of her range in order to continue teasing her partner for the night. She couldn’t help grinning at the little whine of frustration Lucy made. “I want to hear you begging properly. I want to hear you talking dirty.” Mandy said.
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Talking dirty?” Lucy muttered, feeling her cheeks burn slightly. That wasn’t something she’d particularly done before and it was impossible not to feel a little embarrassed.
“Of course, if you don’t want it badly enough to warrant talking dirty…” Mandy trailed off before Lucy quickly interrupted again.
“No! No, I mean, it’s fine, I can do it!” Lucy assured her desperately. “I…” Lucy hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage before speaking up. “I want…I want your huge strap-on dick inside me!” she finally said, her cheeks burning even brighter with embarrassment. It should have been a mortifying experience, having to beg for sex, yet Lucy found that was actually turning her on even more. Mandy truly was an expert at being a dominatrix if she could make Lucy so horny with such little effort.
“Oh? Where inside you do you want it? Once it’s in there, what do you want me to do?” Mandy continued, pushing her hips forward just slightly so that the tip of her strap-on brushed against Lucy’s pussy again, making her shudder with pleasure. It was always thrilling to see the woman she was dominating so desperate for sex.
“I…I want it in my pussy,” Lucy gasped, “I want you to pound my pussy hard and fast and make me cum! Please mistress, fuck me hard!” Lucy begged, panting heavily as she struggled to contain her lust. Mandy smirked at her and hesitated for a moment to consider her request before stepping closer. She slid the huge strap-on between Lucy’s legs and lifted the other woman into the air slightly to get a better angle. The tip of her strap-on grazed against Lucy’s soaking wet slit, her pussy’s wetness soaking the strap-on and lubricating it. That would make it much easier to furiously pound her cunt when she finally pushed it inside her.
“Well, you did beg like I told you to, so I suppose your mistress shall reward you.” Mandy said with a smirk. She pushed her lips against Lucy’s, her tongue pushing past the other woman’s lips and entering her mouth as she demanded a kiss. Lucy moaned into the kiss, willingly giving it. Her moan turned into a squeal of delight as Mandy angled her hips and pushed forward, her huge, thick strap-on sliding effortlessly into Lucy’s soaking wet hole. It was fortunate that Mandy had chosen that moment to start kissing her. Had she not then then Lucy’s scream of pleasure when the strap-on entered her probably would have been heard across the entire neighbourhood.
Mandy’s tongue explored Lucy’s mouth confidently as she took the kiss and Lucy gladly gave in and let Mandy take control. It felt incredible to have the other woman taking over and guiding her. She felt Mandy’s hands grasping at her ass, squeezing it and holding her close as she began to move her hips back and forth. Her pussy squelched with every thrust as the huge strap-on began to move rapidly in and out of her cunt, lubricated by her pussy’s wetness. It moved in and out of her effortlessly thanks to the lubrication and she was screaming with pleasure into Mandy’s kiss.
The excitement was too much to bear. Lucy’s entire body went rigid for a moment before she quivered with pleasure. She was about to cum when all of a sudden Mandy stopped moving and pulled back from the kiss. She froze for a moment, wondering what had happened as she looked at Mandy.
“I...why did you stop…?” Lucy asked breathlessly.
“You didn’t get permission to cum from your mistress. You’re so naughty, trying to do that without asking.” Mandy said with a smirk, gently spanking Lucy’s rear. She gasped softly at the sensation.
“I…I’m so sorry mistress. Please, please let me cum?” she asked gently.
“Perhaps…” Mandy mused, moving her hips again, albeit slowly. She definitely wasn’t moving quickly enough for Lucy to actually be able to cum. “I suppose you did call me mistress, after all.”
“Please mistress, I’m begging you. I want…no, I need to cum, mistress. Please!” Lucy begged, writhing against her more as she struggled to fuck the strap-on. Mandy held her in place and prevented from getting too much stimulation however. Lucy wasn’t going to cum until she was given permission.
“If that’s really what you want. However,” Mandy said with a grin, “I’ve barely even begun training you yet. You’re doing well but I’m definitely not through with you. You’re going to have to come back again tomorrow so we can have more fun together. Then I’ll teach you how to properly serve your mistress by using your tongue.”
“Gladly!” Lucy gasped, feeling her pussy throbbing with excitement again at the suggestion. She wanted nothing more than to return the following day and please her mistress in any way possible.
“Very good. Then I suppose you’ve earned this.” Mandy gripped Lucy firmly and began moving quickly again, her thick strap-on filling Lucy’s tight, wet hole. Lucy’s mouth hung open in a wordless yell of ecstasy as Mandy fucked her relentlessly. She could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching.
Finally, Lucy came hard against the strap-on, soaking it even more than before as her wetness slid around the strap-on and began to drip onto the floor beneath her. Mandy finally pulled back, looking understandably pleased with herself.
“How was that for your first casual encounter?” Mandy asked with a grin, already knowing the answer. She removed her strap-on and set it to one side before grabbing a key and unlocking the handcuffs on Lucy’s wrists and ankles and freeing her.
“…incredible.” Lucy finally managed to say, still struggling to catch her breath. She staggered over to the nearby couch and sat down. Her legs were still shaking from the exhaustingly intense orgasm.
“Good. I hope you weren’t lying about tomorrow just so I’d let you cum, either.” Mandy said teasingly. Of course, she was by no means going to force Lucy to return the following day - but she did hope the other woman would return. It was always fun introducing a new woman to the joy of being thoroughly dominated.
“No, it certainly wasn’t a lie. I’ll definitely be here tomorrow.” Lucy said happily, leaning back on the couch and closing her eyes to rest for a moment.
“Good. Well then, before we get ahead of ourselves, let’s deal with the aftercare shall we?” Mandy grabbed a nearby blanket and tossed it over Lucy’s naked body to help her keep warm. Then Mandy stripped off and sat on the sofa before getting under the blanket beside her. Lucy snuggled up beside the other woman, loving the feel of her warm, soft skin against her own.
“It’s nice,” Lucy said softly, resting her head gently on Mandy’s shoulder.
“Of course,” Mandy said with a smile, “after all, if I don’t care for you properly after we’ve had fun and let you rest then you won’t be in any state to have fun with me next time.” Mandy leaned over, kissing her cheek gently. “And trust me, you’re going to need all the rest you can get with everything I’ve got planned for tomorrow night.” Mandy didn’t say anything more on the matter but Lucy’s mind was already racing with exciting ideas. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow night. She was definitely looking forward to spending more time with her new mistress.
A Lovely Lesbian Encounter in the Gym
Tina readjusted her ponytail of black hair and glanced out the window. She instantly realised it was a waste of time. Usually a quick look outside would be enough to gauge how long she had until the gym closed for the night, but at this time of year it was already dark by early evening so the darkness outside meant absolutely nothing when you tried to use it to estimate the time. She would have looked at the clock instead, but the battery had run out last week and, for whatever reason, nobody had actually gotten around to replacing it. She supposed the staff just hadn’t been hanging around long enough to notice the clock had stopped. She made a note to mention it to someone when she was leaving.
After taking stock of the gym and the few other women still hanging around, she decided there was probably enough time to run for a while on the treadmill. She had already been lifting a few weights and used the rowing machine so something a little less intense would serve as a good wind-down. Even if she couldn’t tell what time it was, she was at least fairly certain that it was getting close to closing time. Wanting to make use of the f
acilities whilst the gym was still open, she strode over to one of the treadmills and climbed on. She was sweating a little but that just meant the exercise had been working so far.
Tina’s tight tank-top kept her large endowment from bouncing around and smacking her in the face when she started running. It seemed like a ridiculous problem to have but she had seen her fair share of women bouncing too much on the treadmill. It looked downright painful and she hadn’t wanted to be in the same position. One woman actually had managed to hit herself in the face with her breast a few weeks ago and Tina had done her best not to laugh and to instead focus purely on her own workout. She started the treadmill on a low speed so as not to run herself ragged and reached down to adjust her tight shorts as they had started riding up after her time on the rowing machine.
She would have been self-conscious about it but she’d been coming to the gym regularly for a long time now so any such concerns had long since been abandoned. It admittedly also helped that it was a women’s only gym. It was a little easier to remain calm and confident when there were only other women about. Of course, that hadn’t been the only reason she preferred a gym filled only with other women. There was also the fact that she got to enjoy plenty of eye-candy whilst she worked out. She imagined that most of the women there wouldn’t have been particularly interested in spending the night with another woman but that was no reason not to enjoy the view. It wasn’t as if it was hurting anyone when she checked out the toned butts in tight shorts and the perky busts in tight tops. It was just a shame that there were cubicles in the changing room rather than a communal shower, though she was more than happy accepting what she was given. Seeing so many attractive women naked would have been wonderful, but seeing them relatively under-dressed and working up a sweat was good enough for her.