Chapter 139 - Girls enjoy submissive s.e.x in this kinky lesbian e.r.o.t.i.c story

Emylia couldn't hide the wicked glint in her eye, adjusting her pale limbs in the leather reclining chair. This was going to be hot. Already moisture was pooling at the junction between her t.h.i.g.hs, from the simple act of buckling herself into this deviant body harness of leather straps. She loved how tight and constricting it felt while revealing everything. The leg straps cupped her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, the harness formed a halter-neck framing her full b.r.e.a.s.ts. Most exciting were the two narrow strips because they chafed against her p.u.s.s.y lips. Those flat ribbons of leather systematically aroused her c.l.i.t, milking a constant slick of l.u.b.r.i.c.a.t.i.o.n from her l.a.b.i.a.

Emylia felt a rush of power whenever she and Alexis got together. She thrived on the knowledge that her submissive partner, who she brought to multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms by inflicting pain and humiliation, held a prestigious job in her everyday life. It was no surprise to Emylia that a woman such as Alexis, in a senior position, a captain of industry, took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and relief from leaving her responsibilities at the door. When she stepped out of her work clothes and submitted for a few hours, Emylia knew as her mistress, she was able to bring Alexis to heights of bliss and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e by handing over control to her.

Although her sub lay silently on the bed, her complete obedience made Emylia intensely aware of her presence. For her passive audience, she made a performance of touching and stroking herself, writhing against the chair. She c.a.r.e.s.sed her b.r.e.a.s.ts sensuously with a narrow paddle to heighten her sub's anticipation. Every touch she made to her own n.a.k.e.d body, either with slender fingers or the harsh spanking implement, she yearned to have Alexis perform.

She cast burning glances at her partner, spread out on their luxurious bed. Alexis was waiting for Emylia's permission to move. She had dressed in the clothes Emilya had set out for her: a sheer nude bra which seemed to offer up her b.r.e.a.s.ts for suckling and biting. Currently, her hands were adorned by wrist restraints with every chance Emylia might fasten her cuffs together or bind her hands to the bedframe.

Flimsy nude knickers skimmed her hairless mound, disappearing between her trapped, spread t.h.i.g.hs. The villain in this delicious tableau of bondage was a spreader bar, hard and black—the latest purchase by Mistress Emylia. She'd fastened it around Alexis' ankles once she was dressed to maintain easy access to her greedy p.u.s.s.y. Mistress was well aware that being bound this way would make her lover wet. The black leather cuffs emphasised her sub's delicate frame, and as Mistress, Emylia felt the conflicting urges of both protector and predator.

Unable to ignore the pulse of arousal which thumped between her legs, Emylia ceased pinching and teasing her n.i.p.p.l.es although she was greatly enjoying the tingling response in her p.u.s.s.y. She turned in the chair, a position which finally allowed her eyes to connect with Alexis'. Satisfied that she had her sub's attention, she spread her legs to snake a hand between the straps which hugged her p.u.s.s.y. Her fingertips slipped easily inside her already puffy l.a.b.i.a. With an assertive attitude, she stroked the slick juices around. Painting her nub with dewy moisture she luxuriated in its responsive throb. The sensations were so good, she almost didn't stop. It was a punishment she knew both she and Alexis would get off on, her thrumming herself to a climax. Allowing her submissive to watch and burn, tortured with l.u.s.t for what she couldn't touch or taste was a fine game—but that's not how things would transpire tonight. The s.e.x.u.a.l tension had pulled her taut like guitar strings, and there were so many tunes Emilya wanted to play.

Mistress Emylia took a slow, deliberate lick at the paddle she'd just used to pat her pouting p.u.s.s.y. Rising from the chair she knelt beside Alexis on the bed. Trust and devotion shone from the girl's eyes.

"Are you ready for this to get kinky?" Emylia asked with a wicked smile.

"Do whatever what pleases you, Mistress," Alexis confirmed.

She maintained the position Emylia had arranged her in, with cuffed wrists above her head. "I want to be your f.u.c.k-toy."

"I have so much punishment and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e planned sweet girl—you may need your safeword. Say it for me."

"Peach," returned Alexis with a shy smile. "I won't need it."

She shook her head, her hair in tight braids and bit her lip expectantly. It melted Emylia's heart. Did this girl know how beautiful she looked right now, spread open for another's delight and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e?

To test her obedience, Emylia began by slapping her mound. Alexis m.o.a.n.e.d and writhed against the spreader bar, straining to close her legs and protect herself from the blows which rained down. Quickly Emylia used the bar to pull Alexis' legs up, while trailing her tongue seductively up the back of her calf, keeping eye contact with her lover, who squirmed in her arousal.

Smarting slaps of the paddle stung those unprotected b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s. Alexis gasped, while Emylia dipped fingers into her honey pot.

"More Mistress, I deserve it! I've been bad!" she mewled, clearly hungry for the teasing sensations.

"Open yourself for me," Emilya instructed.

The girl grasped the spreader bar to hold her own legs up, amid gasps and m.o.a.ns of encouragement. She was rewarded with more slaps which resounded smartly on her taut globes and made them glow. Soon Emilya was using more fingers to probe insistently and plunder her sticky p.u.s.s.y.

"These beautiful p.a.n.t.i.e.s are in my way!" Emylia growled.

Alexis hurriedly pulled them off her h.i.p.s and slid them up to her t.h.i.g.hs, still raised and spread for easy access. Emylia stroked her glistening p.u.s.s.y top to bottom, c.l.i.t to anal whorl. Barely giving her sub time to process how amazing that felt, she followed the same trail with her tongue. The tang of her lover's excitement was delicious. Emilya swallowed eagerly, lapping at those juicy folds to probe deeper with her stabs of her tongue.

Emylia allowed her teasing to be motivated by the gasps and sighs of her bound partner. Her initial slow fingering built by increments to a faster rhythm, causing her knuckles to bump and grind against the pillowy lips of her lover's juicy snatch. They had played rough before, slaps and punch like blows to each other's pussies were explosively arousing when timed right. To ramp things up today she used the span of her fingers, stretching and teasing Alexis. She knew her sub loved to feel her p.u.s.s.y stretched, it's capacity to take big toys tested. With a swoop of arousal she felt in the pit of her stomach, Emilya was delighted to feel the walls of Alexis' p.u.s.s.y pulsing against her slippery digits.

"You love this, don't you? Could you be any wetter?"

Her submissive's arousal gave off a warm, spicy fragrance so tantalising that Emylia bent her head to lick deeply, making eye contact when her stiffened tongue brushed against Alexis' pulsing c.l.i.t on the up-stroke. Alexis sighed, eyes glassy with her growing arousal she gripped the spreader bar tighter.

"More Mistress, faster!" she urged, "I'm a dirty girl!"

Her slick hole was spread open, on display for Emilya's continued assault.

"S.l.u.tty little f.u.c.k toy!" Emilya felt fiercely excited, spitting gobs of drool into her sub's already soaked l.a.b.i.a. "You can't get enough, can you?"

"Never enough!" Alexis m.o.a.n.e.d, "I'm always wet for you Mistress!"

Emilya could tell she was straining not to come too soon which would earn her Mistress' disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. In response Emilya spread her smooth p.u.s.s.y lips wide, drooling gobs of spittle into their ruby depths in preparation for the fast and furious fingering which came next. She pumped and pounded into Alexis like a jackrabbit.

"You may come soon S.l.u.t, but not yet. I'll count you down."

"Thank you, Mistress." Alexis was writhing while holding her legs up compliantly.

Emilia leaned in and stole a deep kiss, simultaneously using her digits hard and fast in Alexis' p.u.s.s.y as their tongues danced, then she pulled back to watch.

"Three, two … one!"

Alexis bucked, undulating her h.i.p.s and torso in the grip of a ferocious climax. Her snatch pulsed hungrily and her face contorted with all the pleasurable sensations rushing through her.

Emilya leaned back to observe Alexis' rapturous squirms with satisfaction, a throb echoing in her own hungry c.u.n.t. Maintaining control she presented her fingers for her sub to suck and lick clean. Alexis lay, still twitching and breathing hard, but she completed the task with apparent bliss.

"Such a dirty girl! You liked that. I enjoyed how you came unravelled and begged me."

Alexis nodded happily. Her Mistress climbed up her prone body, placing a b.a.r.e t.h.i.g.h either side of her head so that she could sit on her face.

"I'm gonna mess up your lipstick. I need to come, and you'd better make this good."

Emilya's voice was harsh with d.e.s.i.r.e. She adjusted the straps to frame rather than cover her c.u.n.t. Alexis responded by wrapping her arms around her Mistress' legs, then raising her head to fasten her mouth to the moist p.u.s.s.y in front of her.  She licked and tongued up inside those glistening folds, coaxing Emilya's copious juices down.  Riding her submissive's face, Emylia felt her arousal build, an insistent throbbing at her vortex which made her burn and buck with animalistic passion. She knew her cream was flowing freely and she imagined that if Alexis drowned in that heady musk she would die happy! Her sub s.u.c.k.l.e.d on the bud of her Mistress' c.l.i.t causing her to m.o.a.n aloud.

Maintaining Mistress status, even on the brink of abandon, Emilya thrust her pelvis forward while leaning back. The orbs of her b.r.e.a.s.ts moving freely within the leather webbing straps, n.i.p.p.l.es spiked to hard nubs of arousal.

"I'm f.u.c.k.i.n.g coming," she gasped.

Grabbing her sub's plaits by the handful she proceeded to ride her face. Emilya ground her pudenda on the nose and mouth of the girl beneath her, surfing the intense waves of her o.r.g.a.s.m. She gave no permission for Alexis to stop l.i.c.k.i.n.g and s.u.c.k.i.n.g until her climax was spent, although her jaw was surely cramping.

"I'm going to make you beg," Emylia sneered. She didn't intend to ease the pressure.

Jubilant from her o.r.g.a.s.m, she barely gave either of them time to catch their breath. Changing positions, Emilya faced down her sub's body. Taking her weight on one arm, she used the other to slap Alexis' c.u.n.t. The yelp of surprise this elicited turned to groans of arousal as her assault became continuous. Alternating between spanks and licks Emilya's attentions soon flooded her sub's open, exposed p.u.s.s.y with glutinous evidence of her arousal.

The spreader bar wouldn't allow Alexis to close her legs, but if she wanted things to stop, she had her safe word. They'd chosen the word peach because it was Mistress' nickname for Alexis' pert backside. Emylia deduced from the m.o.a.ning and panting beneath her that her sub was clawing her way up the peak of another o.r.g.a.s.m. She was inspired to pat and tap rhythmically on the exposed erectile tissue of her lover's c.l.i.t. Her sub's breathing pattern began to synch raggedly with the evil pattern of taps and rubbing.

Pulling her fingers backwards, she stretched Alexis' l.a.b.i.a until she surely made them hypers.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e, causing her swollen c.l.i.t to further protrude. Dropping another gobbet of saliva onto that tender nub, Emilya tormented it with a vigorous, circular rubbing motion. The sensations produced were such that the prone girl was unable to resist. With yelps and groans of excitement, Emylia brought Alexis to o.r.g.a.s.m a second time.

"There's my good bitch," Emilya crooned.

Watching the throbs ebb away she smirked with satisfaction. Emilya leaned down to her sub's ankles, using the key dangling from her wrist cuffs to finally release Alexis from the leg spreader. She rubbed to restore circulation, at last able to remove the sheer p.a.n.t.i.e.s. However, she forbade Alexis to close her legs.

"On your front. Present your backside for punishment S.l.u.t!"

Alexis complied, a glint in her eye betrayed her excitement. She arranged her body so her peachy b.u.t.t was high in the air. Arching her back, she pressed her c.h.e.s.t and shoulders obediently onto the bed.

"Your p.u.s.s.y and arse are mine, S.l.u.t!" Emilya growled. "I'll play with them however I want."

To demonstrate her point she began to slide fingers in and out of Alexis' slit. Her sub bit her lip, Mistress guessed she was trying to contain her groans of bliss while maintaining position displaying herself.

"You're dripping like a broken tap!" she scolded. "Is this from worshipping my p.u.s.s.y with your mouth?"

"Yes Mistress," Alexis mumbled.

Emylia knew her sub well. She would be filled with equal measures of l.u.s.t and shame to have her state of arousal discussed. It always made her little sub beyond horny to be humiliated this way. Emilya often called her names or implied she couldn't get enough. She knew it built indescribable heat between those submissive t.h.i.g.hs.

"Arch your back!"  She instructed, with a harsh slap, she was keen to have Alexis display those pouting p.u.s.s.y lips. Looking at how juicy and abused they'd become she felt a stab of her own intense arousal.

"Answer me, bitch!"

"Yes Mistress," she yelped. Not fast enough to prevent a stinging spank landing on her taut buttock. "I love l.i.c.k.i.n.g you. I love to lick your p.u.s.s.y."

Emilya delivered more blows, the speed of her spanking fuelled by her l.u.s.t. Rosy, hot patches quickly blossomed on Alexis' backside.

"I wish I could lick you as you spanked me, Mistress," Alexis m.o.a.n.e.d. She moved her h.i.p.s, not dodging the blows but rather leaning into them. "You make me feel so hot and dirty."

"You are dirty!" Emilya laughed, pulling on her submissive's plaits. "My dirty, s.l.u.tty f.u.c.k toy."

She fingered Alexis with a vengeance, feeling proud of how responsive her sub was.

"How much do you want this?"

She tugged on her hair as she frigged, listening to the girl's tell-tale panting building towards a crescendo, her own arousal mounting by similar increments. Drooling saliva into her sub's crack Emylia continued to pump aggressive fingers into her greedy p.u.s.s.y while using her other hand to constrict Alexis' airway to increase the high.

"You can't help yourself can you?" she purred with evil intent. "Come now my little f.u.c.k toy."

Her submissive no longer needed to resist her approaching climax, so it broke over her like a wave. She clutched handfuls of the bedding as if to prevent being washed away by its intensity. Emilya watched her turn inside out with a sense of pride, knowing she'd delivered that overload of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. She felt confident that each o.r.g.a.s.m brought Alexis deeper under her spell.

Emilya bit teasingly at Alexis' shoulder, then her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s.

"Surprise me, bitch, I want another o.r.g.a.s.m and I want it fast!"

The girl responded with alacrity, by rising up on her knees to flip her Mistress onto her back. She proceeded to slap and maul at the full orbs of those b.r.e.a.s.ts with which had been taunted all this time. She separated the leather straps which framed Emilya's l.a.b.i.a. She revealed trimmed hair and an opening decorated with strings of clear arousal. Diving straight in with eager fingers, she endeavoured to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e her Mistress with hands and mouth. Using a curled finger technique, Alexis stimulated her g-spot, stroking the ridged area on the front wall of her p.u.s.s.y.

It was Emilya's turn to grip handfuls of bedding and squirm. Alexis leaned over her lover to bite, pinch and stretch her Mistress' n.i.p.p.l.e.  Frigging fast and thrusting deep into her p.u.s.s.y with questing fingers, she ground the heel of her hand against Emilya's c.l.i.t. Experience told her more was needed to tip her Mistress over the edge. She reached one hand under the pillow for a second surprise and brought it out holding a bullet vibe. She licked it lasciviously before pressing it along the length of Emilya's slit, causing her to writhe and twitch.

"Don't tease me, bitch. Your Mistress needs to come."

Emilya reached her hand down, trying to control Alexis' use of the vibrator. Soon she settled back, allowing her submissive's hands to tease and give p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, just as she'd imagined at the start of their play. With Alexis suckling on her b.r.e.a.s.t sending bolts of arousal from n.i.p.p.l.e to p.u.s.s.y, Emilya used a hand to stop the vibe's movements. With rigid determination, she held it in place against her straining c.l.i.t. The burning throbs that emanated from her p.u.s.s.y walls buzzed through her and she began to come. She arched up off the bed with the intensity of her climax, urging Alexis to lick and nip at her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

They changed positions again, with Alexis on the bottom with her Mistress above. Leaning in for a tender kiss she took complete control of the action, owning the bullet vibe. She slid it between Alexis' nether lips. She was not subtle, she was determined and soon the waves of arousal began squeezing at the walls of her p.u.s.s.y.

"Oh Mistress, I need to come," she gasped.

Apparently anguished at its speed and force, she grasped Emilya's hair, with her other hand she held the vibe in place.

"Come, s.l.u.t," Emylia growled with matching excitement. Once again she was watching Alexis tense and strain.

Her submissive's body broke out in beads of sweat and her swollen c.l.i.tty must surely be burning as she fought to crest one more climax. Emylia observed cat-like, as Alexis' o.r.g.a.s.m teetered between p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and pain.

"Aaaah!" she grunted through gritted teeth. Tossed like a leaf in a whirlpool by her swirling o.r.g.a.s.m.

Once it was over Alexis lay boneless, taking time for her pulse to regulate and breath to steady. Emylia looked deep into the eyes of her submissive and they both broke out in smiles. Kissing and wrestling the women embraced, their teasing interactions could last all night. Emylia had more songs in her repertoire and her sub, Alexis was the perfect instrument on which to play.