She refuses to speak

Priscilla's fingers stroked and teased her skillfully and Charlotte felt her resolve start to break. Part of her wanted nothing more than to tell Priscilla what she wanted to hear just to have her end this torment, but her pride refused to let her submit. Soft moans and gasps were the only sounds that escaped her lips but Priscilla just laughed at her stubborn defiance.

"This is why you'll never have a man, dear Charlotte." Priscilla's gentle words chided her. "Men aren't impressed by your strength and determination Charlotte; men want women who are demur and submissive." In spite of the vindictiveness of Priscilla's tone Charlotte wondered if she might be right, wasn't that what her fantasy had been about? Her submitting to a man? It was impossible to think clearly with the heat she felt radiating from her loins.

Charlotte couldn’t fight the growing need that was burning her up. Charlotte closed her eyes and lifted her hips to meet Priscilla's teasing fingers - after Priscilla was done she'd be able to reason with her...

"No, no, no you sex-starved minx!" Priscilla sensed the change in her body instantly and moved her hands from Charlotte's throbbing sex to her nipples instead. "You get pleasure when I want you to have pleasure -" Charlotte moaned with need barely listening to Priscilla’s words until she felt the sharp pain from her puckered nipples. Priscilla’s fingers pinched and twisted sharply and Charlotte's eyes popped open as she squealed in response. "-and pain when I want you to feel pain."

Charlotte couldn’t ever remember feeling this much pain in her entire life, it was unbearable; her nipples were extra sensitive after her orgasm and although small, Priscilla’s fingers were merciless. Her intention to bravely defy her companion dissipated in a flash.

“Aiighhh!” She cried out “Please! What do you want from me?!”

“That’s better dear Charlotte.” The blonde head dipped to her breasts and Charlotte felt first one nipple and then the other sucked gently into the soft warm of her mouth. After the pain, the feeling of Priscilla’s wet tongue gently soothing the throbbing of her nipples was heavenly. She knew that everything that Priscilla was doing was wrong in so many ways, but the suddenness of her **** left her confused; furthermore Charlotte’s reaction to the sexual nature of the contact with a woman filled her with embarrassment and she just couldn’t find the will to pull away.

“Priscilla, you must stop!” She begged and when Priscilla lifted her mouth from her breasts she gasped in genuine relief “Oh thank-you.”

“Good girl.” Priscilla cooed as she stroked her hair gently and let her palm slide back along her belly towards the tuft of fur “but you must call me ‘mistress’ when we are alone.” Charlotte wanted to protest, wanted to fight but Priscilla’s fingers were teasing her clit again and once again waves of pleasure washed over her body. She didn’t say anything, but her hips lifted and thighs opened in an unmistakable surrender.

“You are a sweet, naïve, young kitten, aren’t you?” Priscilla asked and Charlotte could only grunt in agreement. “To think that someone as innocent as you could even imagine that you could satisfy someone like Jason.” Priscilla’s laughter was as light and musical as her singing voice but Charlotte knew she was being mocked unfairly, she just couldn’t think. The woman seemed to know just how to manipulate Charlotte, and she could feel a second orgasm building in her core as her clit was teased and stroked with just the right pace and pressure. But just when she thought she’d explode, Priscilla slowed her fingers and left her hanging just on this side of heaven.

“I am going to use you to get Jason though.” Priscilla whispered softly in her ear as she slowly teased her “Would you like to hear how you are going to help me, Kitten?”