Eden and Taylor

Eden and Taylor stood in the third-floor hallway of the Play Building, outside a door with a golden sign reading, “Hotel Suite.” Like most of the other hallways in the building, it was lavishly decorated, with a white marble floor and ceiling, both with swirls of black. The walls were painted a deep, dark red, and the hall was illuminated by gold and crystal chandeliers.

Eden was dressed in a hat, a tight-fitting shirt, jeans, and shoes. All in black. Her long blonde hair hung down freely from under her hat. A black duffel bag was slung over her right shoulder and was filled with a collection of her favorite implements, toys, and restraints from the dungeon.

Taylor was dressed in a red silk gown that had a slit cut in it, extending from the bottom hem to her hip. Her hair had been styled into an elegant braid, weaving in and out of itself. Her finger and toenails painted red to mach her gown. Lastly, on her feet were red open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels.

"Have I made it clear what I expect, Taylor?" Eden asked as she adjusted the duffel bag on her shoulder.

“Yes, Mistress Eden,” Taylor said with a genuine smile. “I know this will be fun.”

“Good, head inside, and I’ll be in shortly.”

“Yes, Mistress Eden.” Without another word, Taylor turned and entered the room. She stepped into a living room area larger than most apartments, with dark wood panel walls and dark red, plush carpeting. Like the hallway outside, it was lit with gold and crystal light fixtures and filled with beautiful antique furniture made of dark wood that matched the walls and upholstered in dark red velvet that matched the carpet. Taylor glanced toward the large French doors that opened out to a large balcony. Even though it was the middle of the day, through the large windows that dotted the walls, and through the windows of the French doors, she could see a clear night sky. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the magic of this place,” she thought as she sat down on the couch with her back to the French Doors.

Outside of the Play Building, Eden stood under the balcony of the hotel suite-themed room. Her hand went to the shoulder strap of the duffel bag and gripped it tightly. “I wish I were on the balcony.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Eden vanished from where she stood, only to appear again on the balcony. She peered into the room with a predatory smile. Taylor was sitting on the couch, waiting for Eden’s latest fantasy to begin. Eden moved her hand slowly to the ornate handle of the French doors, quietly opened them, and stepped into the room. She moved quickly, her black shoes falling unnaturally silently on the plush carpeting. When she reached Taylor, her left hand shot out like a striking serpent and covered the beautiful singer/songwriter’s mouth. Even though Taylor had been expecting it, she couldn’t help but let out a muffled scream.

“How didn’t I hear her come in the door?” Taylor thought as she fought back a laugh.

“Oh, Taylor,” Eden said as she slid her free hand under Taylor’s gown and began to caress her breasts. Her tone was a masterful blend of sweet and unhinged. “What, wondering who I am?” Eden asked with a laugh as she twisted Taylor’s right nipple, making her squirm and squeal softly into Eden’s palm.

"Mmm-hmm," Taylor mumbled as she slowly nodded her head.

"But you already know," Eden said before kissing Taylor’s cheek. "I've told you at least a hundred times. 'You were made to be mine, and if you're a good girl and obey me, I'll give you mind-blowing pleasure,'" she added now, whispering huskily into Taylor’s ear. Taylor allowed her eyes to go wide with mock surprise. “Now be a good girl, and don’t scream. It wouldn’t do you much good anyway. These suites are soundproofed, and those brainless meat heads you employ as bodyguards are indisposed.”

“You, you’re the one who’s sent all those letters. What was it you called yourself?” Taylor asked. She began to snap her fingers as if trying desperately to recall a detail that was on the tip of her tongue.

“Mistress Eden,” Eden said as she pulled back hard on Taylor’s hair.

“Ugh,” Taylor grunted at the sudden pain.

“Learn it quickly, you won’t like what happens if I have to remind you.”

“Please, you don’t have to do this. I-I can pay you! Anything you want!” Taylor protested, but was simply playing her part.

“Clearly, you need a lesson in respect,” Eden said in a cold tone just before slapping Taylor across her face. “Strip.”

“No, you crazy bitch,” Taylor growled, but couldn’t hide the excited glint in her eyes.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Eden said as she gripped Taylor’s throat. She then spun the vacationing starlet around and applied a rear-naked **** without applying any pressure. Taylor briefly ‘struggled’ before allowing herself to slowly fall to the floor.

After helping Taylor lower herself to the floor, Eden slid the duffel bag from her shoulder and set it on the floor before opening it. She took out a disrobing knife, identical to the ones carried by the guards, then carefully cut the right shoulder strap of Taylor’s gown, and down the right side until she could remove it.

"Every bit as gorgeous as I imagined," Eden said with an evil-looking smirk as she ran her free hand across Taylor’s breasts, enjoying the feeling of her hardening nipples against her palm. She then moved her hand down her toned stomach, and towards the tiny red silk thong she wore. She slid the hooked blade under the thin waistband and, with one quick, smooth motion, cut the revealing panties away.

With Taylor now naked, Eden placed the disrobing knife back in its sheath, placed it back in the bag, and then took out two long lengths of red silk rope. She tied the end of one to Taylor’s right wrist before lifting her right leg, bending it at the knee. Next, she placed Taylor’s right arm behind her right knee and finally tied the other end of the first silk rope to Taylor’s right ankle. She then quickly repeated the process with Taylor’s left arm and leg. Shen Eden was finished binding Taylor, the pop star, when the pop star was unable to lower or close her legs.

Again, Eden reached into the bag, this time taking out a small but powerful vibrating clamp. She used her free hand to tease Taylor’s clit until the sensitive nub emerged from its hood, slipped the clamp into place, gently closed it around Taylor’s clit, and turned it on. As soon as she felt the vibrations, waves of pleasure spread through her body like wildfire, causing her to arch her back.

“Oh, fffuck!” Taylor moaned as she tried to straighten her legs. “Thank you, Mistress Eden!”

Eden laughed as she pulled yet another selection from the duffel bag, a heavy flogger made of long, thick strips of supple black leather with a cherry wood handle. “I put a vibrator on your clit, and now you address me properly?” Eden asked, still laughing. “God, you're an even needier slut than I had hoped,” she said before bringing the multi-tailed whip down hard on Taylor’s breasts. The thwack of leather meeting tender flesh mixed with Taylor’s combined cry of pleasure and pain. “Too bad for you, you didn’t decide to address me properly to begin with.”

Again and again, leather met tender flesh with loud thuds as Eden aimed the multi-tailed whip with supreme skill, striking Taylor’s breasts. The right, then the left, then the right again. Taylor moaned and writhed at the constant stimulation of her clit, and at the lingering burn that seemed to settle under her skin and slowly spread through her body. She felt her every muscle tighten as the heat of pleasure flooded her body and the musky scent of her arousal permeated the air.

“That’s it, enjoy being a lezzy fuck toy, it’s okay to enjoy it,” Eden said, keeping her tone stern and commanding to fit her fantasy.

The sound of Taylor’s moans shifted. They went from sounding wild and erratic to musical. To Eden, it sounded almost like she was doing a pre-concert vocal warm-up. Taylor tried to speak, to beg permission, but all that would come out were the melodic moans as musical notes danced across her eyes. The flogger came down again, its supple tendrils administering their fiery kiss to her left breast. Taylor felt her legs flail, dragging her arms with them as a cooling, refreshing sensation spread through her body like a soothing lotion from her scalp to her toes. All the while, a melodic high note she barely recognized as her own voice filled the air.

When her vision finally cleared, Taylor noticed the absence of the vibrating clamp on her clit, making her feel oddly empty. Her eyes moved to Eden, who stood over her, tapping one foot on the floor. A **** stern look was on her face as a smile slowly but surely tugged at the edges of her mouth. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and in her right hand, she held a thin black cane. She bent down and pressed the tip of the cane against the underside of Taylor’s chin.

“Naughty, naughty,” Eden said in a sing-song tone. ”Cumming without permission gets you punished, ****,” she added before setting the cane down just long enough to roll the pop star over so she was on her knees with her head to the floor due to the way she was bound. Eden then picked up the cane and stood as she led the cool, smooth wooden implement slide through the index and middle fingers of her left hand. She then moved the cane to Taylor’s upturned ass and dragged it across Taylor’s flesh, chuckleing her herself as Taylor quivered in anticipation. “Since you still need to learn your place, Taylor, I’d say….” Eden said, trailing off as she continued to drag the cane across Taylor’s defenseless ass, “Two dozen strokes are warranted.”

“No! No! Please! I-I’ll be good, Mistress Eden! I’ll be good!” Taylor pleaded, trying to sound fearful even as she looked forward to the stinging, burning bite of the cane.

Without warning, the cane sang through the air with a distinctive swoosh. It landed just above the backs of her thighs with a snapping crack that sounded like the snapping of an over-taut guitar string. Taylor rocked forward from the impact and bit down on the carpet pile tokeep from crying out as a thin line of fire spread instantly where the cane had kissed her flesh. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears, making them turn red and feel hot as she was made to wait for the next stroke.

The swishing song of the cane played again. The second stroke landed just below the first, creating a second line of fire running perfectly parallel to the first. This time, Taylor could not stop the cry of pain as she pulled at her bonds on instinct. She settled and waited for the third stroke. She winced and quivered as she felt the smooth wood glide over her ass once more.

Eden smiled to herself as she watched Taylor anticipate the next stroke. “She’s loving this,” she thought. Eden made the cane sing again, and this time he landed her perfectly aimed strike just above the first. “That’s three down,” Eden declared once the sound of Taylor’s cry of pain stopped. She moved around Taylor, tapping the cane against her leg, causing it to thud dully against the black denim. She stopped when she stood in front of Taylor’s head. Taylor turned her head to one side, allowing her to look up at Eden with one eye. The stern, cold look on the young dominatrix’s face made Taylor gush with a fresh wave of arousal. Eden lifted her foot and pressed it down just hard enough on the side of Taylor’s head to pin it in place. “I bet by the time I’m done with the cane, you’ll be ready to be an obedient ****.”

“Please… please…” Taylor said, her voice sounding light and airy.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Eden laughed as she circled back around Taylor until she was behind her again. “You’ll get the rest of your strokes. You earned every last one after all.”

The next three strokes landed quicker. The cracks of the cane and Taylor’s cries practically mixed into one beautiful song of pain and submission. Even at the quicker pace, Eden landed the strokes in perfectly parallel lines, each just a tiny fraction of an inch higher than the last. With each new stripe of fife, Taylor kept a silent count in her head. After the sixth stroke, Eden again took the time to circle Taylor, drawing out the caning, and letting the anticipation for the next kiss of the cane build.

Two more sets of three put the stroke count at twelve, and Taylor took slow, shaky breaths as tears leaked down her cheeks and onto the plush carpet. She tried to picture herself. Naked except for a pair of stilettos, her wrists and ankles trapped in bracelets of silken rope, her hair and makeup a mess, and her ass high in the air, the lower portion of it covered in thin welts from the cane’s deliciously painful kiss “God, I wonder what kind of price a picture of me right now would get,” she thought. The mental image of herself on the cover of any number of magazines flooded her brain, along with headlines turned into tortured puns.

“Halfway, Taylor,” Eden said as she moved the cane over Taylor’s ass, claiming the next spot she would aim for. “I want you to count down the last twelve, starting at twelve and finishing at one. And you had best address me properly after each count,” Eden instructed before giving Taylor’s ass a feather-light tap with the cane in emphasis of her order.

“Yes, Mistress Eden,” Taylor replied. The humiliation of now having to count down her last twelve strokes made her heart race with excitement.

“Much better,” Eden said, sounding pleased. “If only you’d have done that to begin with, as I had instructed in all of my beautiful letters, this could have been avoided. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress Eden,” Taylor answered, unable to keep herself from smiling.

“Excellent. Let’s begin,” Eden said, her hand warm around the cane, tapping out a brief rhythm as if mulling over where to lay the thirteenth stroke. Taylor swallowed and braced as best she could, focusing on the tension in the room. The anticipation made her every nerve sing.

The cane snapped down, igniting a fresh band of fire across her ass. “Twelve, Mistress Eden!” Taylor gasped, her voice vibrating with the aftershock.

“Mmm. I especially like the enthusiasm.” Another swish, another searing line, slightly above the last. Taylor yelped—she couldn’t help it, not with the skin there so alive with anticipation.

“Eleven, Mistress Eden.”

Eden’s hand found her head again, the grip grounding and possessive and strangely comforting in the context. Breathing in through her nose, Taylor caught the workshop smell of leather from the discarded flogger, mingling with her own salty sweat and arousal. Pain and pleasure became a kind of syrup in her bloodstream.

“Ten, Mistress Eden!” She strained her throat; every declaration came out more ragged, less controlled. She heard Eden’s breath, short and delighted, and the smile that hovered just past her words.

“Nine, Mistress—” The rest of it broke off as the next stroke landed without warning, barely a heartbeat between them. “Mistress Eden!” Taylor shuddered, pressing her forehead into the pile, absorbing the soft heat and incense into her skin.

“Not getting sloppy, are you, Taylor?” Eden’s words squeezed into her ear from above, intimate and amused. “Wouldn’t want to have to start over for a mistake.”

“I’m not, Mistress Eden,” Taylor choked out, her entire body tingling from the sensation of Mistress Eden’s hot breath against her ear, unsure if she was begging or promising.

The next two strokes came fast, one just below the tenderest welt, the other cupping the lowest curve of her ass cheek. “Eight, Mistress Eden,” Taylor managed, then “Seven, Mistress Eden,” both times wincing, her vision blurred with each impact.

She braced herself for the sixth, but it didn’t come. Instead, Eden crouched down, close enough that Taylor could feel her breath warm against her skin. Then, something cool and slick touched her burning flesh—a fingertip? No, a tongue, lapping softly, first at her weeping slit, and then up the raised welts, sending an involuntary tremor up her spine.

Taylor’s moan landed somewhere between an exhale and a sung note, high and pure, and Eden laughed softly as she returned to her feet. “Six more.” Eden swung the cane again.

“Six, Mistress Eden!” Her voice echoed off the high ceiling and came back to her, edged in delight.

The next stroke came, and Taylor was ready, the world reduced to the countdown, the anticipation, the bright perfection of Eden’s control. “Five, Mistress Eden.” Another breath, another swish. “Four, Mistress Eden.” Even her teeth vibrated with the ****. “Three, Mistress Eden.” She inhaled sharply—her nose was running, her eyes streaming, but she craved it, needed it. The swish came again, shrill and high. “Two, Mistress Eden! Taylor cried out as the last swish filled the air. “One, Mistress Eden!”

After counting the final stroke, Taylor pressed her forehead to the carpet and let out a long sob and a shaky breath. Not from shame, or even the pain that ignited her ass. It was a sob of relief, joy, and freedom. The kind she now knew only came from submitting to one of her beautiful mistresses. As she quietly sobbed and enjoyed the aftermath of her caning, she barely noticed the rustling of fabric. It wasn’t until she heard Mistress Eden step near her head that her concentration on the delightful pain in her backside was broken. She looked ahead, expecting to see black shoes, but instead she was greeted by the sight of two bare feet with perfectly pedicured toenails painted an icy pink.

“Now, you’re going to thank me for punishing you,” Eden said in a warm yet commanding tone that sent shivers down Taylor’s spine. She rolled her eyes back to look up further as Mistress Eden, now naked, lowered herself and sat on the floor with her long legs spread. Taylor licked her lips as the earthy aroma of Eden drifted into her flaring nostrils. Eden lifted Taylor’s head by her hair, slid closer, then pushed her head down into her neatly trimmed pussy. “Eat,” Eden ordered, keeping a firm grip on Taylor’s messy hair.

Taylor moaned into the heat of Eden’s skin, her tongue working instinctively, hungrily, chasing the taste and the scent and the faint metallic tang of sweat. The pressure of Eden’s grip on her scalp held her exactly where Eden wanted her, and Taylor surrendered to it, grateful for the certainty in a world where nothing else ever seemed to hold.

Taylor tried to remember the last time she’d been this single-minded, this focused on someone else’s need. Maybe never. She pressed her tongue harder, cheeks aching with effort, jaw straining against the angle Eden **** her into. Her nostrils filled with the buttery, salt-sweet perfume of arousal and silk and the coppery trace left by the cane. She was dimly aware of the duffel bag rustling; maybe Eden was reaching for more toys, more tools, or maybe just bracing herself on the carpet as her body arched and her breathing quickened.

Taylor’s hands twitched against the restraints, veins thrumming, shoulders burning, and she gave up everything to this—face, body, mind, will. She wanted to last. She wanted Eden to chase the orgasm, to draw it out, but Eden’s body trembled, and she rasped out a sound that was more growl than moan—the sound of total release, wild and animal and holy.

Eden didn’t let go. Even as the tremor in her thighs subsided, she kept Taylor’s head firmly pinned, holding her there to gently lap, clean, and soothe. Only when Taylor’s tongue slowed did Eden release her hair and lean back, a low, satisfied groan leaking from her throat. She lay sprawled on the carpet, hair fanned in wild gold rays, and for a moment, she looked almost gentle. Almost. Taylor’s own body trembled like a plucked string, her vision blurred with the leftover tears of the caning and the raw pulse of adrenaline.

“Good girl,” Eden said, voice drowsy but edged with ice. “You took the lesson well.”

Taylor drew shaky gulps of air, blinking until the room’s red velvet and crystal returned to focus. “Thank you, Mistress Eden.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Eden said as she began to undo the ropes binding Taylor’s wrists and ankles. It was then that the singer-songwriter saw what Eden held in her right hand, a long and thick pink dildo placed on a white leather strap-on harness. As soon as she saw it, her eyes went wide, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She lay perfectly still as she watched Eden step into the harness, then fasten it in place. “Come on bitch,” she said as she once again grabbed Taylor’s hair and then led her into the bedroom.

“Ah!” Taylor let out a quick scream as Eden pulled back on her hair and pressed on the back of her knee with her foot, gently forcing Taylor to her knees.

“Get my cock ready for your pussy, Taylor.” Taylor didn’t respond, at least not verbally. Instead, she started to lick along the silicone cock, then took it in her mouth and began to bob her head. With a smirk on her face, Eden roughly pulled her off the dildo after a few seconds. “Spit on it!”

“Yes, Mistress Eden,” Taylor quickly replied before she spat on the dildo.

“More!” Eden yelled before lightly slapping Taylor in the face with the dildo. “Get it covered in your fucking spit!” Taylor spat onto the dildo three more times before taking it back into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to spread her saliva around the impressive toy. “That’s better. Now **** on it.”

Taylor took a deep breath in through her nose as she locked eyes with Eden. Slowly, she pushed her head forward until she felt the tip of the dildo press against the back of her throat, and her throat closed around it as she began to gag. She tried to pull her head back, only to have Eden hold her in place. Her heart began to race, and the edges of her vision began to blacken. She flaid her hands, resisting the urge to push away from Eden. At the last second, Eden pushed her away, and she gasped for precious air.

“On the bed,” Eden said as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the four-post bed. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“Yes, Mistress Eden,” Taylor said as she moved with speed and grace to the bed. She got onto it on all fours and looked back over her shoulder at Eden with raw need.

“Good, girl,” Eden said with a lusty growl as she positioned herself behind Taylor on her right knee, her left foot up near Taylor’s left hand. Using her Left hand to guide the dildo into Taylor’s glistening slit, and her right to grip Taylor’s hair, Eden began to thrust her hips fast and hard, making the bed creak and causing Taylor to moan.

“Who’s my fuck toy?” Eden asked as she gave Taylor a sharp slap on the ass with her left hand.

“I am, Mistress Eden! I’m your fuck toy!”

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Jessica tests Hilary's progress.

B) Emily uses Brandi and Lisa

C) Alura has fun with Chloe

D) Something else. What?