Obedience training

She was a breathtaking and imposing sight to behold, the black leather-clad domme, as she pushed off the doorframe and sauntered towards the bed. As she approached Jessica slowly turned around, in order to keep her eyes fixed on Desiree, as she felt strangely incredible compelled to, her eyes taking in the dark flawless skin, the snug leather corset, and those large, fake breasts bobbling and threatening to spill out.

“Mm-hmm,” Desiree purred, then chuckled lightly as she asked, her question clearly directed at Stefan who she’d just passed even as her eyes kept staring directly into Jessica’s , “So, does the lovely thing have a name other than... what was it?” she paused to think for a brief moment, “... 'Fuck-pig'?”

“Does she need one?” came the casual reply, and Jessica quickly flicked her eyes to the side, seeing her new German acquaintance keeping his focus on whatever it was he was working on.

“Ahh haha,” came a hearty laugh, and as Jessica once more made eye contact with the dominant lady she felt shivers going through her at the intensity of which those dark eyes were boring into her, as she replied with a simple “- you could have a point.”

Jessica felt utterly humiliated at the way they talked about her as if she wasn’t even there, and felt a fluttering in her stomach as she watched, wide-eyed, how the woman reached the bed, almost absently toying with the crop in her hands and the playful, hungry smile on her lips seeming almost sinister to the actress. Even with all the nervousness she felt, or perhaps in part because of it, she slowly shuffled down towards the foot of the bed when the domme beckoned her with a finger, then pointed at the bed right in front of where she stood.

“Good girl…” the mistress complimented her, and then swung the crop in her hand, causing a swishing sound to fill the room, which made Jessica hold her breath and flinch her head to one side, only to find her entire body completely tense in anticipation of a sting that didn’t come.

“Mmm!” she moaned as the leather tip made firm but gentle contact with her exposed skin, right at the top of her breast and then running down her slick skin, flicking one hard nipple as it passed the peak of one of her well-shaped orbs.

“Mm-hmm, we’re gonna have so much fun!” Desiree chuckled as she traced further down Jessica’s body, and with a couple of swats on each of her thigh made her spread her legs further apart, “Such a pretty girl, and such a cute little pussy…”

The words made Jessica turn her head, diverting her eyes, as she felt her cheeks, neck and chest blush, even as the crop running along her drenched, puffy pussy made her shiver in desperation.

“Haha,” Desiree laughed, “- you're just a little slut!” she hissed and with a flick of her wrist caused Jessica to scream into her gag and twist her body on the bed, the crop coming down hard directly onto the mound of her pussy. Though not really that hard, the actress would have had to admit as her breathing returned to a more manageable level , her reaction having had more to do with the surprise of it.

“Mmm!” Jessica groaned loudly around the spit-soaked gag, and even as her eyes sent daggers towards the woman towering over her, she was unable to hide the **** need she felt as despite the surprising addition of pain her body, her eyes went slightly foggy and her muscles clenched.

“Shut up!” Desiree grinned, tossing the crop onto the bed next to Jessica, “You love it” she stated the truth as she roughly pushed Jessica onto her back, then dropped onto her knees, taking each of herwell-trimmed thighs in her hands and spreading her legs further apart, pushing her knees up and out.

Jessica watched down her body, eyes transfixed on this strange woman staring straight into her wet pussy.

“Ah yes, such a pretty little pussy!” Desiree said, lifting her eyes to Jessica’s, smiling and raising her eyebrows, “- hold your legs.”

Where the tone of the first statement had been playful, a husky hunger in the voice of the domme, the second was not, leaving no place for arguing even if the actress’ lips had not been stretched around the latex ball in her mouth, and her hands reached down and replaced Desiree’s under her knees before she could even consider whether to follow the command.

“That’s it…” Desiree hissed as she ran her fingers through the wet folds, and Jessica let her head drop back onto the mattress, her eyes flickered and a deep moan was muffled by the gag, as the long, wide tongue of Desiree flicked her exposed clit.

“Mm… phhf-mm!” Jessica moaned and her nostrils flared as that wonderful tongue continued flicking against her wetness, dipping between her folds and one hand dipped below and took hold of the base of the plug lodged deep inside her ass.

“Oh, you like that!” the mistress teased as she rested her chin on the mound of Jessica’s pussy, looking up her famous body with a playful smile of disgust on her lip, “- don’t you?”

A few more moments of twisting and turning the plug, pulling it back to stretch her ring muscle around the widest part before pushing it back in - all the while tonguing her hot pussy - caused waves of pleasure to flood her mind.

“Answer me, slut!” a sharp slap against Jessica’s thigh brought her to open her eyes and look down, her legs quivering and belly undulating at the sensation, “- yeah, you love it, don’t you?” Desiree spat, eyes locked with Jessica, who nodded in response, “- of course you do, you slut!” and added a thumb to rub the clit while thrusting the plug in and out, “Nothing but a dirty, little anal whore…”

“Mmm…” Jessica groaned, dropping her head back and turning her eyes to one side in shame, hating the words but loving the anal play and the firm touch pushing her to the brink of what promised to be a very powerful orgasm.

“Alright, cum for me,” she ordered, “Cum for Mistress Desiree, fuck-pig!”

Just like that Jessica exploded, hours’ worth of pent-up frustration finally being released, every muscle tensing and her ass closing down hard around the plug, her hands released her legs and her back arched to the point where only her ass and the top of her head were touching the bed.

Once the room finally stopped spinning Jessica felt the crop tapping against her hip, making her lift her head and look down with tired eyes, seeing Mistress Desiree with one hand on a thrust-out hip and the other holding the crop, her eyes hard as she commanded: “On the floor, bitch!”

As Jessica instinctively moved, she heard the sound of a chair moving against the floor, her eyes turning to see Stefan watching her from across the room, causing her skin to flush as she slid off the bed and onto her knees at the feet of her mistress.