Dominique and Cynthia

Cynthia and Dominique walked down the long hallway of the mansion’s second floor that led to Dominique’s old bedroom. “I really like Carson,” the pretty brunette said as they neared the door. “He’s so nice and doesn’t try to dominate Alex at all.”

“Your sister has had trouble finding someone who can appreciate the fact that she’s bisexual, in the BDSM life, isn’t submissive but likes to dominate other women,” Cynthia said as Dominique opened the door to the bedroom for her. “That’s kind of a tough ticket to sell. I’m going to get changed.”

As Cynthia walked into the closet, Dominique went into the bathroom to relieve herself. When she came out of the bathroom, the bedroom was still empty. "I wonder what Cynthia has in mind?" she thought as she glanced around the room, her mind filling with possibilities. She was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't hear Cynthia walk up behind her, and her wife's sudden grip on her hair caused her to gasp. Cynthia was now dressed in a simple black leather bikini with knee-high wedge-heeled black boots.

"I thought you said you wanted to play?" Cynthia's voice was low and sultry.

"I do, Mistress."

"Oh, you do, do you? How am I supposed to find you when we play? Unless I give specific instructions on how to prepare."

"Naked and kneeling, Mistress."

"I thought you might have forgotten," Cynthia said as she pulled on Dominique’s hair. "So why the fuck are you dressed and standing up?"

“I…”

“You need to be punished, don’t you?” Cynthia punctuated the question with a hard slap to Dominique’s ass. Dominque’s breath shuddered, and she licked her lips as a mixed wave of arousal, excitement, and fear rushed through her body.

“Yes, Mistress. I need to be punished.”

“Strip, and get on your knees.” Dominique didn’t verbally respond. Instead, she peeled off her tight-fitting dress, revealing a strapless pink lace bra and matching thong. They quickly joined her dress on the floor, then removed her shoes and sank to her knees. “How should I punish you?”

“However you want, Mistress.”

Cynthia chuckled warmly at Dominique’s answer as she pulled her hair, forcing her to tilt her head back. “Good answer,” she said before bending down and kissing her forehead. “You always were a clever girl. Stay.”

Cynthia walked to the antique wooden chest where they kept a few essentials. She opened it and took out a spreader bar with two sets of cuffs, a leather paddle, and a slender case made of hard black plastic. She set the items on the bed and opened the case. Inside, surrounded by thick foam, was a bright red ball gag. Without being told, Dominique opened her mouth so Cynthia could gag her.

"On the bed, face down."

"Esh, Ishess, " Dominique mumbled as she quickly got on the bed. Cynthia took the spreader bar and placed Dominique’s ankles in the outer set of cuffs before grabbing her hips and pulling them upward, moving Dominique onto her knees. She then pulled each of Dominique’s arms between her legs and fastened her wrists into the spreader bar’s inner cuffs. Satisfied that Dominique was as she desired, she picked up the leather paddle and began to drag it over the bound beauty’s ass.

“Since you know very well how I expect to find you when we begin play, I think ten good hard swats with this paddle would be a very fitting punishment. Don’t you think?” Dominique quickly nodded, filling the bedroom with a faint sound of rustling fabric as the right side of her face rubbed against the bed’s satin comforter.

Cynthia drew her arm back and swung it forward, adding a quick snap of her wrist. The paddle landed with a heavy thud, causing Dominique to let out a muffled cry of pain and rock her hips forward. The second swat landed as soon as she settled back into the position the spreader bar kept her in. The third, fourth, and fifth landed slowly and methodically. Cynthia paused after the fifth swat to admire her work. She moved the fingertips of her left hand over the pinkened flesh of Dominiuqe’s ass cheeks, enjoying the heat radiating off of them, and the way her flesh quivered at her gentle touch.

“Last five.” The next five landed in rapid-fire succession, barely giving Dominique time to even breathe between the punishing blows. Tears slowly leaked from Dominique’s eyes as she took long, deep breaths through her nose. Cynthia placed the paddle on the bed, then bent down and gently kissed Dominique’s cheek as she unbuckled the ball gag. “There, all done, you’re forgiven.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Now that you’ve been punished, baby girl, we can play.” Cynthia kissed Dominique’s cheek again. “I think I’ll keep you like this, though.”

“Whatever you wish, Mistress.”

“Good girl.” Cynthia went back to the chest. This time she chose a black anal plug with a pink jewel at the backside of its base that was kept in a resealable plastic bag, a tube of lube, and a Hitachi wand. She removed the anal plug from its bag and coated it in lube.

“Oh, fuck,” Dominique said when she felt the tip of the plug and the cold lube press against the puckered ring of her asshole.

“Breathe and relax,” Cynthia instructed as she placed her free hand on Dominique’s lower back and began to slowly push the plug in.

“Easy for you to say,” Dominique thought, while forcing back a laugh. Her ass stretched to accommodate the intruder. Instinctively, she tried to kick her legs. The spreader bar prevented this, drawing an amused laugh from Cynthia. Dominique let out a gasp as the thickest part of the plug went in.

“That looks so sexy. A pretty pink ass with a pretty pink jewel.” Cynthia plugged in the wand and turned it on low. She pressed the head of the powerful vibrator against Dominique’s pussy, drawing a long, low moan of pleasure from her wife. Even on low, the Hitachi was powerful enough to make the plug in Cynthia’s ass vibrate as well. The odd dual stimulation sent shockwaves through Cynthia’s body. Had it not been for the spreader bar, she would have been flailing her limbs wildly.

“Oh, fffuuck.” Cynthia moaned as she began to try to buck her hips and get even more pleasure from the vibrator.

“Enjoying yourself, Dominique?”

“Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!” Cynthia chuckled warmly before slowly increasing the power of the Hitachi to about half. Cynthia smiled as she moved the head of the vibrator right where she wanted it, even as Dominique moved. Cynthia continued for a few minutes, then pulled the vibrator away before she could cum. “Mistress, Please!”

“No, you have to earn an orgasm.” Cynthia shut off the vibrator and placed it on the bed between Dominique’s legs. She pulled down her leather bikini bottoms, then went back to the chest. This time, she selected a long riding crop with a black heart-shaped leather tab at the end, and at the center of the tab was a small red heart. Cynthia propped the pillows up against the headboard, then sat on the bed, her back against the pillows and her legs spread with Dominique’s head between them, but several inches away from her pussy. “If you want to cum, come eat my pussy and make me cum. Then maybe I’ll let you come.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Dominique said with a grunt as she tried to waddle forward awkwardly. The spreader bar made it difficult for her to move forward at all.

“Come on, come and get it,” Cynthi said in a sing-song tone.

Dominique grunted as she tried to awkwardly waddle forward. Having her wrists secured to the spreader bar made every inch feel like a mile. The supple leather of the riding crop landed with a stinging blow to her right ass cheek,k making her gasp. A second lash landed a second later on the left. She tried to lunge, but nearly fell flat. With another grunt, she fell into a rhythm of strained motion that allowed her to move forward. Each time she made headway toward Cynthia’s waiting pussy, the ridding crop fell onto her ass.

Finally, Dominique reached her wife’s pussy. She inhaled the musky scent of her wife before lifting her head and starting to lick along her glistening slit. With both her wrists and Ankles bound to the spreader bar, it was difficult to get any real leverage and bury her tongue in Cynthia’s pussy like she desperately wanted to. Every few seconds, Cynthia delivered another lash with the riding crop. With each lash, Dominique let out a quiet whimper, sending tiny vibrations through Cynthia’s pussy, adding to her pleasure.

“Good girl,” Cynthia said as she tossed the riding crop onto the bed. She then slid down towards Dominique slightly, allowing her easier access. She reached down and gripped Dominique’s hair, her fingernails lightly scraping her scalp. Dominique moaned at the contact before plunging her tongue as deep into Cynthia as she could, and swirling it just the way that always drove Cynthia wild. Slowly, but surely, the coil of pleasure tightened in her stomach. As much as she tried to resist and prolong pleasure, eventually her body won out. “Yes! Yes! Yesss! Oh, Jesus!” Cynthia’s hips shot off the bed and hung in the air as her eyes rolled back and her vision blurred.

“Did I please you, Mistress?” Dominique asked after licking her lips.

Cynthia smiled as she reached over the nightstand, opened the drawer, and took out a black strap-on harness with a blue dildo attached to it. She stepped into it and tightened it over her hips. She again got onto the bed, this time behind Dominique. Without a word, she pushed the dildo in until her pelvis pressed against Dominique’s ass.

She bent down until her lips were next to Dominique’s ear. “Yes, you did, and you’ve earned this.” Cynthia’s breath was hot against Dominique’s ear, making her shudder with desire. Cynthia grabbed her long brown hair with both hands and began gently thrusting her hips. Each movement also caused the anal plug to move slightly.

"Fffuuck," Dominique groaned in a tone that sounded more like a demonic growl than a spoken word. She could feel the dildo and anal plug practically rubbing against one another.

"Enjoy it, baby," Cynthia said as she grabbed Dominique’s hair with her left hand, and slapped her ass with her right. She began thrusting her hips fast and hard. Each time her hips slammed into Dominique’s, Dominique moaned loudly.

"Mistress, may I please cum?" Dominique asked after several minutes of Cynthia's hard fucking.

"Cum for me!" Cynthia yelled, teetering on the edge herself from the strap-on's clit stimulator.

What next? Answer in comments.

A) Kelly and James

B) Kennedy has some fun

C) Another weekend at the club

D) Something else. What?