Choices

Amy's body was still tingling from the aftereffects of her climax, but her heart was beating fast for a totally different reason. The memory of Elana's lips and tongue made her hot, and a sense of deep guilt and horror struggled with her arousal. She knew that their ''game'' had only just begun, and that it would have to get worse from here. She didn't want to, she felt trapped, penned in. No matter that she was the dominant one, the constant glare of the camera did not let her forget that she was as much a puppet here as Elana. It was a thought she did not much like. Amy was a woman who liked to have her freedom, who wanted to act according to her own desires and wishes. The idea that she was being used as a tool by anyone at all galled her. the fact that she was being used as a tool to humiliate her lover? Even worse.

She could feel the anger boiling in the back of her mind. The stubborn urge to defy and to end it now. Her body pulsed with a sickly heat that came of helplessness mixed with rage and arousal. As much as she hated this, some part of her was enjoying it too. She couldn't deny it no matter how much she wished to. The feel of the camera, and the idea that she was being watched made everything so much more intense. It was as though she was seeing the world with new eyes, and feeling it with new senses. Elana's tongue against her sex had been so warm and intimate, the sight of her lover convulsing as Amy's fingers drove her to the edge of endurance? So erotic that she had almost forgotten where they were for a moment.

Amy could feel the heat of the camera crew, their gaze on the back of her neck. it was as though she and Elana were ringed by predators, and if they didn't play along, they'd both be the victim... but if she did, then Elana would be the victim, and that made her gut twist in concern and shame. Yes, Elana had agreed to this, and yes, she probably had a good point that she was the best placed to endure it, but it still felt unfair and cruel. Her heart was beating, hammering away in her chest, and she felt so helpless. The cold air blew against the naked skin of her legs, her thighs dripping with the moisture of her womanhood, so engorged with arousal. A body and mind in conflict. Her mind recoiled, knowing what she did, but her flesh simply wanted more of it. It wanted to dominate, to control, and to be controlled in turn. This part was new, but she was feeling more and more sure of it. Her position as puppet to Henry was somehow freeing, like she could go further than she ever had dared before, and yet not blame herself if it went wrong...

Amy gulped. Elana was still kneeling before her, their eyes met again, and Amy hoped that Elana could read her twisting feelings, her conflicted emotions. She hoped the other woman was enjoying this, and that it wasn't just her. This whole thing was a new experience, a new side of her had been opened up, and she was still struggling to understand...

It didn't matter. She could feel Henry's gaze on the back of her neck, the soft sound of the camera recording. The studio lights heating the air.

"Please...." Elana said, her voice soft. "You've done what you wanted, now let me go! Y-you've made me cum, and you've disgraced me... made me beg for it... please just let it be over..."

"Over?" Amy heard herself say, her body falling into the role even as her mind writhed in turmoil. "It's not over yet, slave. It's only just starting. I think you need some kind of punishment for that..."

Amy considered. She and Elana had talked about where to go and what to do, but there had been some choices left open to her. Elana had said that knowing it all would spoil the fun, which made Amy chuckle a bit despite her current mindset. Only Elana could consider something like this to be ''fun''. So, she had a few options to punish the other woman for the camera. Her eyes lingered for a moment, taking in the scene.

Elana was kneeling, her chest was heaving as she dug for air. Her skin was shining with sweat, her long hair made messy. Her body was slender, her skin pale. Freckles dotted her face. Her breasts bobbed in time with her breathing, the tiny little metal rings drawing the eye to them. Her nipples were already erect, her long legs curled under her body. Amy's eyes followed the flow of her waist, seeing the spread flower of her womanhood, her lower lips spread and wet. Her clit stood out, marked by the piercing that Amy herself had given her. Her lower self was red, it had already been stimulated beyond what it would usually endure in their games, and it must be quite sensitive by now. Her clitoris was clearly visible, poking from its hood almost shyly. Amy felt the heat of her own arousal burning higher. Her womanhood squirmed, and her breath caught in her throat.

Even in a state like this, Elana looked truly beautiful. Her copper hair framed her petite face, her emerald eyes seemed deep and strong, the freckles which dotted her face served merely to add to her appearance. Amy's gaze lingered longer on that face than on her naked body, as she struggled to decide what to do next.