The Sybian Club (8 page)

"Yes, Mistress," Emily murmured.

Not that
Regina
was dressed for the office or anything. She put one thigh-high black vinyl boot heel up on the rung of the stool in the corner, reaching down to unsnap the crotch of her black vinyl leotard. The contraption left her breasts exposed, cinching her already nonexistent waist, and Tasha stared as the crotch of the outfit just popped away to reveal the trimmed blonde hair of her pussy.

"I'll… uh… leave you two alone, now," Tasha murmured, reaching behind her for the doorknob. Emily was kneeling, hands clasped behind her back, head down, breasts pushed forward in the black leather corset she wore. The corset had leather straps that framed her breasts but left them bare and attached to a collar around her neck with silver chains. The collar had a metal ring, and
Regina
held a leash that was fastened through it.

"No."
Regina
's voice was firm. "You stay. Sit."

"But—" The redhead glanced at Tasha as she sank into the chair by the door.
Regina
used the crop again to lead her, turning her head forward.

"Pet doesn't like to be watched, does she?"

"No, Mistress." Emily's head hung down again, her hair hiding her face like an auburn curtain.

Regina
smiled. "I know."

Only Emily's eyes moved, glancing toward Tasha. "Please, Mistress… won't you send her out?"

"No."
Regina
lifted the woman's chin with the end of the crop, looking into her eyes. "You've been a very bad girl, and this…" she nodded toward Tasha in the corner, who was watching with wide eyes. "Is your punishment."

Tasha saw tears—real tears!—well up in the redhead's eyes as she dropped her head again the moment the crop had moved.

"Now… lick."
Regina
lifted the snap-on crotch of her leotard, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. Her foot still rested on the rung of the stool, giving Tasha a full view of the woman's sex.

"Yes, Mistress…" The redhead shuffled forward on her knees, leaning in with her tongue outstretched. The only outward sign the blonde gave was a deep sigh and a slight fluttering of her eyelids as Emily began to lick her.

Tasha glanced at her watch. They had paid for
two twenty
-minute sessions in a row, and now she understood why. Emily's eyes looked up at her "Mistress," her tongue working between the woman's flesh. Tasha thought about the paperwork demanding her attention upstairs as the blonde used the riding crop to direct Emily's head, up a little, then down, her face changing only slightly in response.

"Stop,"
Regina
said, and the redhead moaned softly, easing back, her face wet with the blonde's juices.

"Yes, Mistress."

Regina
turned around, planting the impossibly high heels of her boots wide and bent over the stool, looking back at her charge. Using the riding crop again, she lifted the snap-crotch of the leotard free of her ass. "Lick it, bitch!"

"Yes, Mistress." Emily made a little noise in her throat, almost like a purr, and Tasha forgot all about her paperwork as she watched the redhead spread her Mistress' ass with her hands, her tongue sliding between the crack.
Oh my God, she's licking her asshole!
Tasha's breath caught as she watched Emily's tongue flicking around the rosy hole of the blonde's ass, even pressing inward, as if she were fucking her with her tongue!

Regina
responded to this, giving a little gasp and a soft moan, her back seeming to arch involuntarily. This increased the redhead's enthusiasm and she made sloppy, wet noises as she tongued her Mistress' asshole, using her hands to hold her cheeks open wide. Tasha squirmed her bottom against the chair, remembering riding the Sybian with the anal attachment, how good it had felt. She and Max had tried anal, but had never ventured this far…

"Good, Pet,"
Regina
breathed, and Tasha saw her slip the riding crop between her legs, using the flat leather end of it to press against her clit. She rubbed it there, faster and faster, as Emily plunged her pink tongue into her Mistress' ass.
Regina
couldn't hide the sound of breath, coming faster and faster, filling the little room with its pant. Tasha bit her lip and crossed her legs, squeezing them together and feeling that dull ache as
Regina
arched and began to climax. Her thighs trembled with her orgasm, the crop's tip moving like lightning over her wet, swollen clit. Emily continued to tongue her Mistress' asshole, licking, sucking, even kissing, until
Regina
moaned softly and said, "Stop!"

"Yes, Mistress." Her face wet and dripping with the blonde's juices and her own saliva, Emily sat back, clasping her hands behind her, putting her head down. Tasha watched as
Regina
composed herself, taking a seat on the stool and flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she looked down at the redhead.

"Time for your punishment, bitch,"
Regina
murmured, standing and walking over to where the Sybian waited.

Slapping the back of the machine, she said, "Up!" in a commanding tone, as if she were talking to a dog.

"Yes, Mistress." Emily responded immediately, climbing up and swinging her leg over, like she was mounting a horse. Her legs were spread but she kept her pussy from touching the machine, her thighs trembling with the effort. That's clearly a rule, Tasha thought, watching in fascination as
Regina
used the riding crop to tease the redhead's fat, pink nipples. The crop slapped the curly red tuft of hair on the top of Emily's pussy, making her jump, and then slid between her clean-shaven lips, parting them, teasing.

"Mount,"
Regina
commanded.

"Yes, Mistress." Emily slid forward on the Sybian, grabbing the dildo and sliding herself slowly down onto the shaft. The look of pleasure on her face that just climbing onto the machine elicited was unmistakable.

Regina
took the controls, watching as the redhead settled herself, wiggling down onto the base, pressing the dildo all the way into her pussy. Emily's eyes closed and she bit her lip when the Sybian began to vibrate underneath her, her Mistress turning it up little by little. Tasha bit her own lip, her hands clasped in her lap as the ride began, her pussy throbbing and beginning to moisten, a Pavlovian response.

"Open your eyes, bitch!"
Regina
demanded, the crop coming down with a loud slap over the creamy flesh of the girl's behind.

"Yes, Mistress!" she gasped, her eyes flying open.

"She's watching you…"
Regina
looked over at Tasha, whose eyes flickered between the two of them. "Look into her eyes."

"Yes, Mistress," Emily moaned, chewing on her lip now as she rolled her hips against the machine, her eyes meeting Tasha's. There was a sort of pain there that Tasha couldn't identify—the pain of being seen? But the redhead moaned and rocked on top of the Sybian as
Regina
turned on the rotation, trying to keep her eyes on Tasha.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?"
Regina
brought the crop down over the girl's behind again, making her yelp, her eyes closing involuntarily for a moment.

"Yes, Mistress!" Emily breathed the words, her half-closed eyes focused on Tasha.

"Say it, bitch!" The crop smacked smartly on the redhead's other cheek. From where Tasha was sitting, she could see a fat red splotch on the woman's behind.

"Yes, Mistress! I'm a bad girl," Emily moaned, her smooth, slick pussy lips rubbing against the Sybian's attachment, her clit easing back and forth over the ridge. "A very bad, bad, girl!"

"She can see what a bad girl you are,"
Regina
murmured, tracing the crop over the redhead's breasts. "Look, she can see how naughty you've been."

Tasha looked between them, eyes wide, re-crossing her legs and squirming against the hard surface of the chair. Emily's eyes were on her, pleading, full of some emotion—
humiliation?
Tasha recognized it with a flush as the woman began to climax.

"Yes, Mistress!" The redhead was coming, the crop lightly slapping at her nipples as she shuddered on top of the machine. "Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!" she moaned over and over as she bucked on top of the Sybian, her nipples gone from pink to cherry red from the slap of the crop. Tasha swallowed hard, pressing the heat of her own pussy against the chair as she watched.

Regina
didn't slow the machine, which kept vibrating under the woman's shuddering thighs, although Emily begged her to. "Please, Mistress, I can't stand it—"

"You can."
Regina
punctuated her insistence with the crop against the woman's ass. "And you will."

"Yes, Mistress!" Emily's face was pained as the machine hummed under her climax-sensitive clit, the dildo still rotating deep inside her.
Regina
turned the controls up even further, making the redhead squeal and grab the edges of the machine, digging her nails into the sides. Tasha couldn't imagine having the controls up so high just after orgasming—it would be the equivalent of sexual torture!

She realized suddenly that that was probably the point as the blonde swung her long boot-clad thigh over the machine, saddling up behind Emily.
Regina
licked her lips, her eyes closing in pleasure as she rocked her clit over the attachment, nudging her hips up until her pelvis was kissing Emily's behind. Tasha wondered if, because the redhead couldn't see her Mistress,
Regina
was able to outwardly show more pleasure?

"Oh Mistress!" Emily moaned as
Regina
cupped the redhead's full breasts, pinching her nipples as they rocked together. "Oh God… oh yes…"

The crop was resting on the table, as were the controls.
Regina
held the other woman in her arms as they rode together, her fingers twisting and tugging at Emily's nipples, making her moan and rock even faster.

"Do you like that big cock up inside your pretty little cunt?" The blonde had her mouth pressed to the redhead's ear. Tasha bit her lip, her own pussy aching to be touched.

"Yes, Mistress!" Emily's hands reached back for the slim woman's thighs, gripping the exposed flesh above the edge of her boots. "Oh God yes, yes!"

"Does it make you want to come?"

"Yes, Mistress! Oh, please, yes!" The redhead whimpered, her head going back against the taller blonde's shoulder. Tasha could see her pussy juices all over the machine, the constant rubbing creating a sticky white froth over the surface.