Lesbian Dominatrix: Girl on Girl Domination and Submission (2 page)

“Oh… aahh….” Her breath came in disjointed bursts and she gripped the cane’s handle so hard her nails dug into her palms. Warm waves pulsed through her, rising in heat and intensity. Stomach clenching, Wendy used her legs to get me even closer and hold me in place while her hips bucked and gyrated.

Her orgasm peeled through her in great waves, leaving her breathless.

Using her heel, she shoved me away. She needed to catch her breath and recover her Dominatrix attitude. I sat back on my heels, my face wet with her juices, and grinned foolishly.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself. I’m not finished with you yet girl.” Wendy sat straighter in the chair and looked down at me, eyebrows arching.

She stood and stretched, shedding her bra and pulling the negligee back into place. Walking to the cupboard along one wall she pulled a small length of chain out and turned to me with her familiar commanding attitude.

“Up.” She ordered.

I immediately stood, gaze glued to the floor. Wendy released the wrist cuffs from the chastity belt.

“Hold your hands out.” When I did so, she fastened the chain between the cuffs. “Go freshen yourself and then you will attend to me.”

I nodded and turned on my heels, walking quickly to the bathroom off the main room. Wendy was quick. She swiped the cane across my ass a few times and smiled at the way I jumped, my butt cheeks tensed and caused little puckers at their sides. While she listened to the water run, Wendy arranged herself in the big chair.

When I returned I carried a bowl of water in both hands and a cloth draped off one wrist. A slight bit if steam rose and Wendy could smell the scent of citrus. I knelt in front of her, balancing the bowl in one hand and dipping the cloth in with the other. I was careful with my cuffed hands.

“You know what I like,” Wendy whispered and relaxed against the back of the chair.

Using even strokes and steady pressure I wiped the steamy cloth over her breasts. The water trickled over her ribs. I followed the escaping trails of water with the cloth. I dipped the cloth in the bowl again before returning to her and thoroughly cleansing between her legs.

First I squeezed a small amount of water just above her pussy. She shivered and squirmed as it oozed along in little rivulets along her heated skin. Next I took the cloth and spread it flat over the entire area between her legs. I let it rest there for a minute before taking two ends in my fingers and eased it up and down. The warmth of the water and the slight roughness of the terrycloth made Wendy roll her hips and shift them side to side a few times.

She leaned forward and took the bowl, setting it on a table beside the chair. Taking my chin in one hand she kissed the corner of my mouth. Using well planned swipes she spent some time running her tongue over my lips a few times. When my breath quickened and my hips jerked, she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. My chest heaved with air and a tremor ran through my body as I felt her tits brush against my nipples. That’s when she broke the kiss and stood up.

“Up,” She ordered and walked to the toy cupboard again, selecting a few items. When she turned around, as expected, I stood with my chest out, hands resting on my thighs and my gaze downcast. With every breath I took I shuddered and groaned.

Wendy held two nipple clamps in one hand and her favorite strap on in the other. I dared to only glance at her feet as she paced slowly around me. She stopped behind me, running the handle of the cane along my spine from the base of my neck to the crack of my ass.

“Mistress, please,” I groaned and shuddered.

“Tsk, tsk,” Wendy scolded. One slap then another and the cane left more thin, red marks on my round, pale ass. She ran a fingernail along the lines and sighed. “Very nice.”

She pressed her palm to the patch of leather over my hole and ground against it. I rocked up on my toes, a shout escaped and I trembled. Wendy knew very well how to tease me with the plug in my ass. She pulled her hand away and moved her arm in even strokes smacking my ass until she’d left another dozen red marks on my flesh. Air hissed through my teeth as I tried my best to ignore the pain.

She tossed the cane onto the chair and walked around until she was in front of me again. Smiling, she snapped the first of the two clamps to my nipple. My budded nipple turned a dark purplish-red almost immediately.

I sucked in a quick breath as she ran her fingertips over my other breast. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I swam in a thousand feelings she was giving me. The way I stared straight down, nostrils flared with every inhale told her all she needed to know. I desperately wanted to cry out.

Using slow, exaggerated movements Wendy threaded a thin, soft, piece of leather through one clamp. She twirled it against the flushed skin of my chest as she moved the free end to the other clamp, providing her with a makeshift tether to pull me wherever she liked.

“Do I need to gag you?” She asked.

I shook my head quickly, “No, Mistress.”

“Then control yourself. Remember what you’re here for,” Wendy snapped. She gave the clamps another squeeze and a twist.

I quivered and choked down a breath. My fingers stretched before I curled them into a tight fist and I took a few deep breaths, blowing them out in big puffs. She smirked at my discomfort. The more pain, delivered in just the right way and the more control over me she exerted, the more desperate I became.

My desperation was pleasure for her.

Hooking one finger around the leather strung across my tits she turned, tugged lightly on the tether and walked to the bed. I looked down and watched my nipples stretch forward from the clamps being pulled. In the span of those few feet I was gulping in deep breaths and blowing them out again in uneven gasps.

Wendy pointed to the bed and cracked the tip of the cane across me while I crawled onto it. I was shaking as I laid on my back in the middle of the bed. Unhooking the cuffs from my belt, she arranged me over the mattress so I was spread eagle.

“Lift your feet.” She ordered as she slipped the strap on vibrator up my legs. “Ass up.” I arched my ass up off the bed, helping her to secure the harness on my hips. There it was, a bright pink strap on vibrator jutting up into the air and ready for her to ride.

After that I was securely hooked up to the restraints anchored under the bed at each of its four corners. My arms and legs were pulled taut. She ran the cane’s end down the inside of one arm and up the other just to watch my skin twitch and shiver. Next she clipped a leather strap to the collar around my neck. It was pulled tight enough that my head was forced back, jaw and throat fully exposed.

She ran the tip of the cane along my midline before using quick, flicking motions and slapping it against my inner thighs. My twitching muscles made her smile.

She used her free hand to rub herself while she watched me try to squirm. I would turn as far to the side as possible within the bindings. I pulled huge breaths in and my back stretched with every inhale making my abs tense and my thighs quiver. I tried to bend and extend my knees even though I could barely move them an inch.

Wendy set the cane on the bed beside me and straddled my hips. Using slow, exacting movements, she took extra care to ensure her ass rubbed over the tip of the strap on cock.

The sensation of warmth spread from her groin up through her belly to heat her nipples making them harden and tingle. Leaning forward, her nipples teasingly brushing against mine, she tugged on one of the clamps. My breath caught in my throat and my stomach fluttered.

I gulped in non-words while she flicked her tongue over my neck, watching a flush work its way over my breasts and up to my jaw line. “Gah, Mistress….pl-e….”

Wendy heaved a sigh, shook her head slightly and sat up. She grabbed the cane and shoved it sideways into my mouth.

“Hold that.”

Stretching her arms forward she gave the leather strap attached to my collar a slight adjustment. Shortening the tether caused more pulling on the collar and made it tighter. While I wouldn’t choke, I would have to work a bit harder to breath. The adjustment would further hinder my movements. She got off knowing I couldn’t move without her permission. The way she had me restrained I was practically paralyzed and at her every whim.

Retrieving some self-warming lubricant, Wendy inched down my body until she rested over one of my legs. She moved the strap on harness aside just enough to gain access to my wet pussy. Putting a drop of liquid on her finger she rubbed small circles over my sensitive clit and giggled softly at the noises it caused me to make. My body twitched and jolted from her teasing fingertips. The muscles of my arms and legs stretched taut as my back arched. I clamped down on the cane in my mouth and my breathing sped up with needy, desperate sounds.

Wendy spread a small amount of the lube, scented with a pleasant vanilla fragrance, over my pussy. For a minute she sat still, inhaling, taking in the scent and sight of her lover bound and helpless. My only purpose was her pleasure.

Her pussy was so wet and ready for the strap on she didn’t need the lube, but she loved watching me squirm from its warmth and it smelled good. Every Dominatrix needed a few girly things.

“That’s enough of that.” She said, securing the strap on vibrator back on place and clicking it on. Instantly I jolted as the buzzing sensation vibrated against my clit.

Balancing over my hips, she used my chest as a brace for her hands. I clenched my teeth as her finger accidentally tugged on one of my nipple clamps. She positioned herself so her fingers were within reach of the leather strap connecting my breasts. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the dildo. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the cock pushed inside her. Her lips stretched around its buzzing shaft. A girlish whimper leapt from her mouth as the head of the cock inched deeper. She rocked her hips in a leisurely rhythm, working it farther inside. As the weight of her ass nestled against the harness the vibrations pushed harder against my clit.

Warmth spread up through Wendy’s entire body. Letting her head fall back, she rocked against the dildo, hitting all the good spots. Faster and faster she moved against me, lifting her ass up a little and smacking back down. The rhythmic slapping of our skin filled the room with the unmistakable sound of sex.

My breathing was harsh, loud and uneven. I was a well-trained and skilled sub. I had never cum without her permission.

My hips jerked side to side and I tried to arch up against her. That only served to drive the cock deeper.

“Yes, good girl!” Wendy reached back and grabbed my thighs. She dug her nails into my soft flesh ever so slightly. I shouted while gritting the cane in my teeth as I watched her tits bounce.

Her hips rocked quicker and her tits swayed faster above me. My neck tensed and my jaws clenched tightly. I chomped even harder on the cane bit in my mouth. My fists flexed open and bunched closed in the next instant. Heat mixed with the aroma of vanilla rose off us. Wendy let go of me, pitched forward and leaned against my chest with both hands, rubbing her clit against me.

It started as a slow pulse that turned to a tidal wave radiating through her, making every part of her body tremble. My body was stiff and bowed up as far as the restraints would allow. I exhaled a constant string of harsh, frantic grunts.