Mackenzie asks to cum ... and gets more than she bargained for

Mackenzie opened her mouth and sobbed softly. She felt the need to cum like never before. As in a dream, she spoke and her own stuttered words startled her. "Make me cum, please..."

Rachel grinned, and looked down to Mackenzie. Clearly, this was the answer that she expected. And Marianne spoke, too. "Let her cum, Rach. This was fun, but it's late, and I need to go home" Rachel nodded at Marianne, who massaged Mackenzie's mound lightly, before pressing the head of the magic wand against her pussy. This time, however, she did not remove it before Mackenzie came.

The orgasm that followed was out of this world. Mackenzie quivered for minutes, bound to the table, like in the grip of a seizure, squirting. Marianne removed the wand, letting Mackenzie recover, heeding to Rachel's sign. "Thank you ..." Mackenzie felt almost like passing out from the intensity, writhing on the table, her mind temporarily blank.

But when Marianne put the wand back Mackenzie felt her heart at once sink and soar. "God, no" she whispered, but Marianne pressed the wand against her pussy and the second orgasm built up rapidly, while she struggled helpless, tied on the table. Mackenzie closed her eyes. "Yes! Yes!" she screamed feeling so close, only for the wand to go away again and for Marianne to slap her pussy. Marianne wailed in frustration, only to scream again "Yes!" as the searing pain led her over the edge again.

When Rachel leaned to kiss her, she kissed her back, with a desire that she couldn't explain. When Rachel and Marianne changed turns, she kissed Marianne just as passionately. She really started to like this. And when the girls finally let her recover, five or six intense orgasms later, Mackenzie had crossed a threshold. Without fully comprehending yet what it meant, her submissive side had come to light, and there was no way back from here.