Mistress

She smiled.

• From now on, you'll call me Mistress no matter where we meet, do you understand?

I nodded, she slapped me.

• Answer.
• Yes, Mistress.
• That's better. You're going to show me how you make a woman cum, from the softest to the hardest. Sasha, she addressed her wife. Sit down, get down and let Teyla do it for you.

The obedient woman lay back on the floor, legs spread. I was a little embarrassed because I was used to being the plaything, to being passive, not really the initiator, but I had to be up to the task. I lay on top of Sasha, I found her mouth opening, my tongue joining hers in a breathtaking ballet that lasted a little while when I felt my prey ready to move on to the next step.

I began to kiss her neck, the base of her neck, roaming her body with a pace that would have driven me mad with desire, as my hands glided smoothly along the curves of my willing victim. Sasha writhed with satisfaction, visibly aroused, and she began to moan.

Mistress smiled with satisfaction, observing my technique.

I began to suck her breasts, my tongue teasing her nipples with delight. As my hand moved down to her vagina, probing her innermost depths, she arched her back to meet my hand. Her moans grew louder, and I concentrated, all the more so as my excitement increased.

Suddenly, a latex-gloved hand appeared in front of my vagina and plunged in without further warning. It was painful and exquisite at the same time.

• Do you like it?

I bit myself, nodding my head, trying to continue my task.

• If you come before her, I'll punish you.

Aaahh I could never resist before my prey, I probably didn't have the same experience as... I didn't have time to continue my thought, another hand plunged without further precaution into my anus, I screamed...

• AAAAGhhhh I, I

I was swaying under the assaults of my mistress who had no mercy. I felt her move less, spreading her fingers, or closing her fist, plowing me, I was wet like crazy. I could no longer honor my prey enough to hope to come after her, it was too much, I was short of breath.

I felt this wave devastating me, coming from my vagina and anus. It was a hurricane mixed with an earthquake. My body bucked, unable to cry out from the devastation that shook me from top to bottom. My body tensed in an uncontrolled plea. I was like a disjointed toy, a puppet, whose hands were, at that moment, controlling my body.

I collapsed on top of my submissive sister.

I heard the cold voice of my mistress pronounce cynically and mercilessly.

• You've lost. Let's see if you have potential in BDSM, or whatever comes to mind, but you'd better push yourself.