Mistress

A woman entered, her stilettos clicking on the floor. She grabbed a handful of her hair, tearing it from the pillow, forcing her neck into a quivering arch. It was Mistress Adeline, looking at her with a cold, inhuman expression, as if contemplating an insect.

Mistress Adeline slid the tip of her heel between Emma's trembling thighs, pressing just enough to elicit a strangled moan. "Do you think you deserve an orgasm, female dog?" Her voice was sharp like the leather of a whip. The guards restrained Emma even more roughly, her bound wrists creaking under the tension of the metal cable.

The heel dug deeper, crushing her swollen clitoris with surgical precision. Emma, treated in this way by a woman, had an orgasm as the pain spread through her lower abdomen.

Mistress Adeline slowly removed her heel, savoring the convulsive shudder that ran through Emma's body. "I didn't give you permission to come," she told her, grabbing a handful of Emma's hair to **** Emma to lift her tear-stained face.

One of the guards roughly shoved two fingers into her parted mouth, preventing her from screaming as Mistress Adeline slid a hand between her trembling thighs.

Mistress Adeline slid her icy fingers along Emma's swollen lips, stopping at the entrance to her throbbing sex. "Do you think pain will free you?" she whispered, suddenly driving a long hatpin into the tender flesh of Emma's thigh. Emma screamed, the sound muffled by the fingers crushing her tongue.

The guards turned her over like a rag doll, exposing her back, streaked with purple marks. The hatpin remained embedded in her flesh, vibrating in time with her spasms as Mistress Adeline traced an icy line along her spine with the tip of her fingernail.

• Good, you've treated her well as expected. I'll let you finish fucking her, but she mustn't come; she must remain frustrated.

Mistress Adeline stepped back, her heels clicking on the floor as she watched, impassive, as the guards resumed their work. One of them grabbed Emma by the hips, pinning her to the mattress, while another roughly shoved his member inside her, each thrust forcing a muffled gasp from her throat.

Each of them was careful not to give her any pleasure as Mistress Adeline watched, filling her with the cum that overflowed from her. When they finished, she grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to her mouth.

• So, Slavia, are you satisfied? This first day is, I assure you, an appetizer, it fulfills your wish.

Emma managed to smile and say, despite her exhaustion.

• Oh yes, Mistress, beyond my hopes.

Mistress Adeline parted her lips with a leather-gloved finger, examining with clinical satisfaction the glistening traces that trickled down her thighs. "You like being humiliated," don't you?

Emma nodded, Mistress Straddle her mouth, lifted her skirt, and said to her.

• Drink this as if it were the most precious nectar.

Mistress Adeline crushed her crotch against Emma's mouth. A sharp, bitter, and salty taste began to flow in a heavy stream, forcing Emma to swallow reflexively, each sip burning her throat like delicious poison. Her trembling lips pressed against the damp skin in spite of herself, while Mistress Adeline's fingers dug into her hair to hold her there, even depriving her of the right to breathe.

Emma managed to drink it all, overcoming the nausea the taste made her feel, but she felt so good at that moment, completely degraded and at the mercy of this implacable dominatrix. Her tongue, numbed by the acidity of the fluid, lingered for a moment longer against Mistress Adeline's damp skin before she abruptly withdrew, leaving Emma panting, her lips trembling and shiny.

-You can sleep soundly, you have all the time you want; you will remain tied up. I forbid you to pleasure yourself. Tomorrow I will reward you in my own way.

With that she withdrew the hat needle, Emma held back and only emitted a low moan, she shuddered not knowing whether to rejoice but sank into unconsciousness when they went out, leaving her soiled but so happy and alive.