Tabatha Makes a Friend

Literotic asexstories – Tabatha Makes a Friend by Yogma,Yogma
This story is set in the same universe as “A Man Named Susan” but is a completely stand-alone story… for now.

I keep meaning to get back to writing stories with more romance and tenderness, but Tabatha is just not that sort of woman. For her, sexual satisfaction and the domination of others is the only goal that matters.

Warning – Although this is a fantasy story of witches and magic, it does contain strong elements of BDSM, humiliation and non-consent.

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The Awakening

Tabatha was currently extremely annoyed and more than a little sexually frustrated. She had been stood up at the last minute and she wasn’t happy about it.

For weeks now she had been seducing this sweet little thing called Mandy. Mandy was still in the early stages of discovering her new powers and the wonderous possibilities that lay in her future as a newly discovered witch. Also, she was very much in awe of the more experienced witches like Tabatha and the skills they had promised to teacher.

Mandy was just Tabatha’s type, petite, slim, a tight little ass, perky breasts, slightly shy, and best of all she hadn’t yet discovered how devious and manipulative other witches could be. In short, she was cute and extremely gullible. Absolutely perfect for what Tabatha had in mind.

They had initially agreed to meet this morning as Tabatha had offered to spend the weekend instructing her personally in some of the more exotic forms of magic that weren’t on the current approved training programme. The magic and training Tabatha had in mind probably wasn’t the sort Mandy imagined, but she would learn to enjoy it in the end… probably. Tabatha had been fantasizing all week about what she was going to “teach” dear sweet Mandy and had worked herself into a state of perpetual arousal at the thought of the things she was going to do to that tight gorgeous body.

But now it looked as though it wasn’t going to happen. Somebody had warned Mandy off.

She had gotten a phone call from Mandy earlier that morning. Mandy was extremely apologetic, but had decided that she had so much to learn about being a witch that she really should spend all of her time studying… by herself. Tabatha tried to talk her round, saying that she would help Mandy study, but it soon became clear that Mandy wouldn’t be swayed.

It was obvious that Mandy was now somewhat afraid to be alone with Tabatha, which was understandable, given what Tabatha initially had planned for her. Someone had obviously been talking to sweet little Mandy. If Tabatha ever found out who it was, she would curse them with a pox that would make their cunt itch for a year.

So here she was, extremely pissed off and full of a week’s worth of pent-up sexual energy. She decided that she needed to get out of the house or she would just end up stewing in her anger. But first, she needed to go to the bedroom for some self-relief.

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Later, sitting at an open-air café, Tabatha was now calmer but no less frustrated. She had even begun to reason that Mandy pulling out of their liaison was Mandy’s misfortune, not hers. The things she could have taught Mandy just couldn’t be found in books… well, not the sort of books that fine upstanding witches kept to hand. Tabatha however had a whole library full of such books.

She sighed. Good sexual partners were so hard to come by these days. No experienced witch would drop their guard enough to make themselves vulnerable to another witch, and these days mind-wiping “normies” after having some fun with them was extremely frowned upon. Tabitha was already in too much trouble with the coven to risk doing that again, at least not until the heat from the last scandal had died down a bit.

Sure, she could use her natural charm to seduce a normie and later have sex like a normie, but where is the fun in that? For Tabatha good sex involved the use of a lot of magic, or else what was the point of being a witch?

She sighed again. What she needed to find was somebody just like herself that would be willing to help her satisfy her needs.

Echoes of this thought began to circle her mind. At first the echoes were whispers that slowly drifted in and out of her consciousness. “Just like herself… just like herself… just like herself.” But gradually the echoes got louder and louder and picked up speed as they ricocheted off of the walls of her mind. Her subconscious was trying to tell her something. But what?

The echoes of that tantalizing thought were practically deafening now as her subconscious struggled to make itself understood. An idea was forming, but she couldn’t quite make it out. It was… it… was…

Then the idea exploded fully formed across her mind. It was breathtaking in its simplicity and daring.

She didn’t need somebody just like herself. What she needed was herself. A copy of herself that she would already know as intimately as she knew herself, and who wouldn’t go blabbing to the coven elders if things got a bit spicy.

Wasn’t self-cloning banned by the coven? Was it even ethical? She didn’t know and cared even less. This was too good a solution to have doubts about.

She was so excited she didn’t have a second to waste, she quickly stood, waved her hand in the general direction of the counter to magically pay her bill and hurried home to begin her research. She was now in such a good mood that when paying her bill she had even tipped the waitress a $1000, not that money meant very much to a witch, but still, she was in a mood to share her happiness.

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It took Tabatha three weeks to complete her research, including a trip abroad to track down one extremely rare tome, and then it took her another two weeks to track down and prepare the necessary ingredients and equipment.

In the ancient past, one of the most time consuming parts of the preparation would be that the witch would have to hand carve a life size human figure out of either wood or clay. The carving didn’t have to be very good, merely human in size and shape, the magic would do the rest and fill in the details. Luckily Tabatha lived in the modern world, so all she had to do was order a plastic mannequin from Amazon, which arrived the next day.

And now the day was here. Today was the day the magic would happen.

Tabatha had risen early and after showering had eaten a large breakfast. Today was going to be a long day, and she had no doubt she would be expending a lot of energy, both physical and magical, to accomplish what needed to be done. She wanted to be well rested and her magical energy to be at peak levels before she began her task.

She had already prepared her workroom. Everything had been moved out except a table right in the centre were the mannequin now lay, another table was off to the side where her reference tomes lay open and ready, together with various ingredients and potions. She had even installed a quaint campfire arrangement over which a traditional witch’s cauldron was supported by a bracing tripod. At first she had scoffed at such antiquated absurdities, preferring the convenience of a kitchen hob and a saucepan for her potions, but her main reference tome had been very firm on this, actual flames were required to heat the primary potion.

Eventually the preparations were ready, and she began the magic.

The process was even more exhausting than Tabatha had imagined. Spells were not just a matter of reciting words form an old book, for a spell to work a witch needed to empower every single word from her own reserves of personal magic, and this process was going to require a lot of spells. Her time was split between reciting hugely complex spells and preparing the primary potion that would later need to be applied to the mannequin. On and on the process went, and the more exhausted Tabatha became as her magic flowed into her work. But she carried on with a grim determination. If this worked, it would be her greatest achievement.

At various times during the long process Tabatha was required to make personal sacrifices of herself. Luckily these were trivial in nature. At one point she had to kiss the mannequin, making sure she left sufficient of her own saliva on the plastic lips. Another time she had to smear the juices from between her own legs around the sexless groin of the plastic figure. Finally, a small cut on the palm of her hand supplied the necessary blood for the potion.

It was late into the night before the magic was nearly complete and by that time Tabatha was almost swaying on her feet through extreme exhaustion.

The penultimate step was to coat the mannequin in the potion that had been brewing for most of the day. This was achieved without too much difficulty.

Now it was the final step. A final spell to recite in order to bring together all of the other spells she had been casting throughout the day.

Tabatha held the ancient tome in one hand whilst she recited the words and made the necessary mystic shapes with her other hand.

She watched the mannequin intensely whilst she said the words. Eventually she saw it begin to glow. The more she said the words the brighter the glow became. Eventually the glow around the mannequin became so bright that Tabatha could no longer look at it directly. Still she spoke the words.

She could see the end of the spell was approaching, and still the light continued to get even brighter. She could now also clearly feel her magical energy draining from her at a noticeable rate as the blinding light continued to leech the energy from her. And still she spoke the words.

The last word was finally spoken… and the light exploded.

It was a silent explosion, but in her weakened state it was still enough to knock Tabatha off of her feet.

As Tabatha slowly and tiredly picked herself back up, she was relieved to feel some small part of her expended magical energy returning to her body. She felt a little stronger because of it, but she was still extremely weak.

Then she froze.

The mannequin had disappeared and, in its place, stood a flawless copy of herself.

She was perfect.

She stood as still as she could, curious to see what her copy would do.

She saw the play of emotions that crossed her copy’s face. First confusion, then surprise and shock as the copy noticed Tabatha, then realization, then extreme fury.

Before she could react, her copy had flung out a pointing arm directly at Tabatha and practically screamed a spell at her.

Tabatha was stunned rigid in disbelief as she realized the spell that had been aimed at her was a killing spell. She had been too weak and exhausted to be able to react in time, but luckily, she had taken precautions.

Her own copy had just tried to kill her. Of course the copy would know what Tabatha had planned for her, they were after all the same person. But trying to kill her did seem a bit extreme. Although, on reflection she asked herself, knowing what was to come, would she have acted any differently… probably not.

Tabatha looked back at her copy in time to see more emotions play across her face. First came confusion at why the spell hadn’t worked, then realization and finally fear. The copy knew that she was beaten and in danger. Immediately on realizing her peril, her copy bolted for the door in a frantic bid to escape, but this time Tabatha was ready for her. At a command from Tabatha several magical silk ribbons materialized in the air and raced after the fleeing copy. They caught her before she was halfway to the door, and after securing her limbs, the ribbons dragged the struggling copy back across the room until she was stood in front of Tabatha.

Immediately the copy started screaming obscenities and threats at Tabatha. In fact Tabatha was quite impressed with how inventive some of the threats and obscenities were. She didn’t think she had it in her.

As the shouting continued Tabatha slowly reached into her pocket and removed a small round sponge-like ball about the size of an egg. Without hurrying, she held it up to the copy.

“Do you know what this is?”

Her copy went silent. Of course she knew what it was.

Tabatha walked towards her, “Open up.”

Instead, her copy clamped her mouth shut in protest.

“Have it your own way” Tabatha sighed, then she made a quick gesture with her hand and a spark of electricity jumped from her fingers to flick across her copy’s exposed nipples.

The copy immediately opened her mouth in a yelp of surprise and pain, just as Tabatha’s hand shot out and placed the ball between her copy’s teeth. The copy tried to resist biting down on the ball, but she could only resist for so long. As her teeth slowly sank into the spongy surface of the ball, they became stuck and held fast.

“The perfect gag” exclaimed Tabatha, “Not only will it assist you breathing more easily, but it deadens all sounds from the wearer.”

As if to prove the point the copy tried to scream more obscenities at Tabatha as loudly as she could, but all that was heard with a faint whisper of some very unpleasant things.

“Do you really think I would let another witch into my home without protecting myself? When I created you I altered your DNA just enough so that the house would recognise you as a different person and so not permit you to perform magic whilst you are here.” Seeing the look of horror on the copy’s face, Tabatha continued, “Don’t worry, they were only the subtlest of changes, you are still you. I wouldn’t dream of making you willingly subservient, you know how I like a bit of spirit in my playthings.”

“Now that’s cleared up, you need a name. I can’t keep calling you “Copy”. Do you know what I’m going to call you?”

The copy’s head dropped, of course she knew what Tabatha was going to call her. It had been her most hated nickname when she had been a child.

“From now on you will be called Cat.”

From an early age Tabatha had hated that name. First had come “Tabby”, then “Tabby Cat”, then eventually just “Cat”. Despite the stereotype about witches, Tabatha had always hated those flea-ridden, stuck-up and arrogant members of the feline community, which definitely meant she hated being called one.

“Now Cat, I have some good news and some bad news for you. As far as you are concerned the good news is that I’m currently too tired to really have any fun with you tonight.” Cat merely glared her hatred back at her. “The bad news is that we don’t have to wait until morning to start your training.”

With that Tabatha turned and walked out of the room, closely followed by Cat who was powerless to resist the pull of the magical ribbons that still bound her completely.

Tabatha led them to her master bedroom, which was huge and was dominated by a large circular bed that looked as though it could accommodate at least a dozen people with ease. At a command from her, the ribbons dragged Cat to the centre of the bed and attaching themselves to her wrists and ankles, irresistibly spreading her out on her back like a human starfish.

Tabatha stood over her new playmate and admired how beautiful she was. Her body was perfect, even if she did say so herself. The way Cat’s eyes blazed with fierce defiance really made her pussy ache with desire. But that would have to wait, she really was too tired to enjoy herself properly tonight. And somebody as special as Cat really did need a lot of time to be enjoyed properly.

Satisfied that she was secured, Tabatha left the room to collect Cat’s present.

When she returned Tabatha was careful to keep the device she was holding out of Cat’s view, instead she walked to one of the many cabinets that lined the bedroom and picked up a small bottle of lubrication.

Returning to the bed she finally let Cat see what she was holding… immediately Cat’s eyes went wide with shock and she started to thrash uselessly against her bonds, her shouts and screams little more than plaintive whispers thanks to the gag.

The object that Tabatha was holding was the Cingulum Nega Orgassmi (the belt of orgasm denial). It was an ancient relic that resembled a series of ornate leather straps, the largest of which held two small golden dildos. The function of the relic was to keep the wearer at a constant state of sexual arousal and at random intervals bring them to the very brink of orgasm without ever gifting them the release of actually letting them orgasm.

For the first few minutes the effects of the relic were actually very pleasant, but once the seemingly never-ending cycles of arousal and denial began to build, pleasure soon turned to discomfort, and then discomfort soon became an unbearable desperation as the never ending cycle began to repeat over and over again.

As Tabatha began to lubricate the dildos, Cat looked on with growing dread.

“Really, I don’t know what all the fuss is about, it’s not as though they are very large dildos, I know for a fact you have taken much, much bigger ones. Besides you know I’ve used this on myself in the past. I’m sure you will get “some” enjoyment from it.”

It was true, Tabatha had used the Cingulum Nega Orgassmi on herself several times in the past, although she had never managed to last more than an hour before having to frantically rip it off and stroking herself to a series of desperate orgasms. Her record for using it on somebody else was currently two hours before her “guest” had passed out.

She intended to see if Cat could endure it for the entire night.

Leaning over the incapacitated Cat, Tabatha fixed the relic into place. There was a bit of effort needed for the anal dildo, as Cat was resisting with all of her might, but eventually the lube and a firm push seated it home. Once the straps had been secured into place, Tabatha leaned back to admire her handywork.

“Hmm, just one last thing to make the perfect living pillow.” With that Tabatha made a small gesture with her hand and the ribbons that were holding Cat spreadeagled suddenly dragged her legs together and pinned her arms to her sides, at the same time several more ribbons materialised out of the air and busily began to tightly wrap Cat from head to toe like an Egyptian mummy. Before long only Cat’s eyes remained exposed as the rest of her was completely cocooned and held immobile by the ribbons. Her eyes blazed with unadulterated hatred and fury at her captor before they too were covered by the last of the ribbons.

Tabatha got off the bed and leaving Cat in her own personal isolation cocoon, padded off to the bathroom to get herself ready for bed. She really was exhausted.

Back in bed she cuddled into the bound shape of Cat and reaching out she placed her hand over where Cat’s delicious pussy would be and spoke the words that would activate the relic. Immediately she got a small sense of the intense vibrations that would now be coursing through her living pillow, which was shortly followed by a somewhat plaintive moan of arousal.

Despite how tired she was, Tabatha resisted sleep a little longer as she wanted to experience the Cingulum Nega Orgassmi’s first full cycle. After a little while she had the sense that the vibrations within her living pillow were increasing and a little after that her pillow began to undulate as much as the bonds would allow it, which admittedly wasn’t very much at all. The pillow was also making more noises now. The gag was reducing the noises to a bare minimum, but Tabatha smiled as she could still make out the unmistakable sounds of desperation and arousal. The sounds were quiet enough that they wouldn’t keep her awake, although she was happily confident that she would still be aware of them even on a subliminal level as she slept.

The vibrations from her living pillow increased subtly, as did the hushed moans of arousal. Then, just as the pillow began to undulate with more desperation, the vibrations shut off completely. The living pillow continued to undulate for a little longer, but Tabatha knew the effort would be futile as neither the bonds nor the relic would permit any more stimulation until the relic had judged that the danger of an orgasm had passed.

With that Tabatha let herself begin to fall into a much needed sleep. Just as she drifted off she was aware of a gentle vibration starting up again and another soft moan from her pillow. Tabatha fell asleep with a contented smile on her face.

******

Time to Play

Tabatha awoke the next morning well rested and excited. Beside her she could feel the soft undulating and vibrations coming from her living pillow, together with the constant, very quiet, yet very definitely intense, sounds of moaning.

Despite being famished from her previous day’s work, Tabatha was currently too horny for breakfast.

She waved her hand over the pillow and immediately the vibrations stopped, along with the soft sounds of moaning and the undulations. The pillow slumped ever so slightly as the source of the unbearable tension was removed from it.

She commanded the ribbons to release all but Cat’s hands and feet, but as her face was revealed Tabatha became concerned that she might have broken her new plaything already. Cat was absolutely dripping with sweat, her eyes were squeezed shut, there were tracks of dried tears trailing from the corner each eye, saliva was running down the side of her mouth and there was a definite tick high on one cheek. She looked positively deranged. But then as Cat opened her eyes and her vision returned, so did the clarity and hatred that burned fiercely behind those eyes. Inwardly Tabatha breathed a sigh of relief, apparently she was made of pretty resilient stuff.

“Now, I’m going to remove your gag. Are you going to play nice?”

Cat continued to glare at her without acknowledging that she had heard what was being asked.

“Are you going to play nice?” Tabatha repeated in a firmer voice.

Eventually, with reluctance, Cat nodded.

Tabatha spoke the words of magic and reaching out, easily removed the gag from Cat’s mouth.

Still Cat remained silent as she continued to make her hatred obvious.

“So, I suspect you would really like to cum about now. Wouldn’t you?”

Cat remained silent but alongside her constant glaring, hope and desire were clearly fighting for dominance of her emotions.

“It’s all the same to me you know. If you aren’t ready to cum yet I can always place you back in your cocoon and leave you to the mercies of the Cingulum Nega Orgassmi for the rest of the day.”

Suddenly fear and desperation made a late entry in the race for Cat’s emotions, winning by a comfortable margin.

“Please don’t. I’ll be good. Just please let me cum. Please.” Desperation had completely pushed out fear. Tabatha had never seen somebody so desperate, and it gave her a nice warm glow of arousal.

“Hmm, well, I can see you are desperate. So, if you want to cum, all you need to do is beg me.”

Instantly, a flash of anger quickly passed across Cat’s face before desperation reasserted itself.

Ah, thought Tabatha with satisfaction, the real Cat isn’t far beneath her desperate exterior. This was going to be so much fun.

“Please, I beg you, just let me cum. I’ll do anything you want. Please!”

“Oh, how can I deny such sincere begging?” crooned Tabatha. “But first you have to do something for me.”

For a second confusion mixed with desperation in Cat’s face, before she exclaimed “Anything. Just let me cum!” The poor woman was positively shaking with the need coursing through her.

“It took a lot of work and effort to create you yesterday. And quite frankly I could do with some pampering to help me unwind. I want you to do your best to please me. When you have pleased me to my satisfaction, twice, then I’ll see about giving you what you want.”

With that Tabatha gave a mental command and the ribbons that bound Cat rearranged themselves and their captive. Once the ribbons had finished tugging and pulling her, Cat found herself kneeling on the bed with her legs bound beneath her and her arms bound behind her back whilst the top half of her body was forced to lean forwards as if in worship.

Once Cat was secured, Tabatha lay down with her legs either side of Cat’s head and instructed the ribbons to lower the other woman’s head until her face made contact with Tabatha’s already sopping wet pussy.

“When you are ready dear Cat. And please make it slow and relaxing. We have a long day ahead of us, so you probably want to pace yourself.”

Within five minutes Cat had Tabatha purring like a kitten. Of course Cat would know exactly what Tabatha would like most and would be extremely skilled at giving it to her. As she lay back and savoured the delicious sensation of Cat’s tongue swirling around her clit before squeezing and sucked it into her mouth, Tabatha began to massage her own breasts. She knew this would be a quick orgasm, but it couldn’t be helped. Although she would never admit it to Cat, she was currently more than a little desperate herself.

She gripped own breasts tightly as Cat increased the speed and intensity of her licking. Fuck, this woman was good.

Soon Tabatha was arching off of the bed and panting hard in a desperate attempt to hold off her orgasm for as long as she could, but Cat only sped up as the end approached. Tabatha came hard, her body convulsing and her hips bucking against Cat’s face as she screamed out her release.

Damn, for a quick orgasm, it certainly had been a powerful one. But even as her heart still raced within her chest and her hips still twitched at the intense sensations still coursing through her from the power of the previous orgasm, she vowed to herself that she would make sure the next one lasted longer.

As she began to get her breathing back under some semblance of control, she looked down at Cat, still being forced to kneel between her legs, her face shiny with the wetness of Tabatha’s sex.

“One down, one to go.” She reminded Cat happily.

The look of unadulterated hatred she got back from Cat made her still twitching pussy positively ache with lust. She could only imagine how she would feel in Cat’s position, desperate and humiliated, forced to be subservient to another person’s will in order to have your needs satisfied. For a witch there was no more terrible a fate. Yet for Tabatha it was the ultimate turn-on, knowing that she was the one with the power over somebody just like herself.

For her second orgasm, Tabatha let Cat begin as she had before, then she mentally activated the Cingulum Nega Orgassmi on a low setting. Instantly Cat jerked her head up as far as her bonds allowed and looked pleadingly at Tabatha.

“Just consider this a gentle reminder of what awaits you if you displease me” Tabatha told her. “Now, I suggest you make my next orgasm last longer so that I can really enjoy it.” With that she gave the relic an extra burst of energy before settling it back down to a much lower level of stimulation.

For the next hour Tabatha played Cat like a fine instrument. If she felt that Cat needed to work faster she would gradually increase the vibrations of the relic to spur her on. However, if she felt that Cat was purposefully going too fast she would increase the relic’s stimulation dramatically until Cat was forced to stop what she had been doing, incapable of anything except begging to be allowed to cum – at which point Tabatha would stop all sensation completely as way of punishment.

Gradually Cat learnt the pace that Tabatha required of her.

Slowly Tabatha’s arousal grew to the point that she was having difficulty focusing on the control she was trying to exert over Cat. The pleasure emanating from between her legs was becoming all consuming. She wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

As she felt her arousal begin to build to its inevitable conclusion, and before she lost all measure of self-control, Tabatha ramped up the power of the relic until Cat’s desperate moans began to merge with her own. Just as Tabatha’s orgasm came upon her, she ramped up the relic still further until Cat’s desperation was a living thing. Then she shut it off completely just as her own incredibly intense orgasm exploded through her. Her own cries of ecstasy mixing with Cat’s plaintive wail of yet another spoilt orgasm.

It took Tabatha much longer to recover this time. Without doubt that had been the best orgasm she had experienced for months, and it had only been her second of the day.

Eventually she had the strength to look down at Cat, “Well, I guess you’ve earnt your orgasm” she told an exhausted looking Cat.

The look of gratitude she received in response was extremely endearing and touching. However, as she got off the bed to fetch her next surprise, she switched the relic back on to near full power as she wanted to make sure Cat was at peak desperation for what was to come next.

Walking across the room, the moans of intense arousal and desperation that came from behind her was almost as satisfying as the look of gratitude that Cat had just so recently given her.

Retrieving what she was after from another cupboard, Tabatha returned to the bed and let Cat see what she had for her. Immediately Cat’s eyes lit up with a mixture of lust and desire. She knew exactly what it was and at the moment nothing else in the world could give her greater pleasure… quite literally.

The new relic was the Cock of Lesvia, which was a long solid brass double ended dildo which had been intricately carved, so its entire surface was covered in depictions of hundreds of intertwined naked female forms.

Standing before the still bound and kneeling Cat, Tabitha presented one end of the dildo to her face.

“Wet this for me.” She commanded.

Cat immediately knew what was required of her and took the end of the offered dildo into her mouth and began to lick and wet it to the best of her ability.

Getting Cat to lubricate the dildo wasn’t really necessary as Tabitha’s pussy was still a soaking mess from her last orgasm, but she reasoned a little needless humiliation never went amiss when training a new playmate.

When she had judged that Cat had done a good enough job, Tabatha removed the dildo from Cat’s mouth and in full view of her, began to insert the now slick end slowly into her own pussy until half of its glorious length filled her completely. Even though the relic hadn’t activated yet, the delicious sensations of inserting such a heavy, thick and textured object inside of her still sensitive pussy was extremely pleasurable. Tabatha could feal how stretched her entrance was, and the sensation of the heavy weight inside of her was indescribably delicious.

Cat’s intense expression of lust as she continued to stare intensely at the Cock of Lesvia was beginning to seriously turn Tabatha on again.

After a few seconds of half the dildo being fully seated within her, the other end of the metal cock began to droop as it became magically flexible like living flesh. Shortly afterwards the metal cock rose again and stood rampant as it responded to Tabatha’s already high state of arousal.

Stepping forward, Tabatha presented the exposed half of the dildo to Cat’s face.

“Suck” was all she needed to say before Cat readily took it into her mouth again.

As Cat greedily went to work on the now flexible metal cock with her mouth, Tabatha let out a low moan of pleasure. One of the powers of the Cock of Lesvia was that it made the wearer feel as if they had an actual living, sensitive cock between their legs, currently Tabatha was having her cock sucked by an expert.

After a couple minutes Tabatha reluctantly had to remove the relic from Cat’s mouth. Not only was the other woman fantastically good at eating pussy, but it appeared she was equally as accomplished at sucking cock.

With her own arousal pushing her on, Tabatha moved to the back of Cat’s kneeling form and instructed the ribbons to slightly spread Cat’s legs to give her better access. Next, she removed the Cingulum Nega Orgasmi, hearing Cat gasp as each of the golden dildos was removed from its respective hole. Setting aside the belt, Tabatha spent a few seconds just admiring Cat’s ass and dripping pussy. Both were practically works of art.

Finally, kneeling behind her restrained plaything, she placed the head of the dildo between Cat’s lusciously swollen lips and slowly pushed herself forward.

Immediately the Cock of Lesvia activated it’s second magical power, and both women cried out at the extreme pleasure that flooded their bodies.

What made the Cock of Lesvia such a potent relic was that it’s second power let each woman feel what the other was experiencing. This meant that both women felt the other’s tight pussy squeezing their sensitive cock and both women experienced the sensation of being penetrated by the metal cock at the same time.

Tabatha gasped in disbelief. She had no idea of the strength of sexual desperation that had been built up inside of Cat. She had never felt sensations so strong, and now that sexual desperation was flooding through her as well. Practically all coherent thought was being swamped by an overwhelming animalistic drive to just simply cum. She couldn’t help herself and immediately began pistoning her hips and forcing the cock in and out of Cat for all that she was worth. At the same time Cat had begun pushing back against her as hard as he could in time with each thrust.

Both women were now so desperate for release that they were aware of nothing else except the pleasure quickly racing to a crescendo within them as they frantically moved against each other.

Their orgasms crashed into them simultaneously and they screamed out their release in unison.

A few seconds later an utterly stunned and exhausted Tabatha collapsed across the back of the still bound Cat.

When she regained some of her senses Tabatha commanded the ribbons to release Cat, whereupon both women collapsed on the bed next to each other. Looking across at Cat, Tabatha only had enough energy to utter “Wow”.

The only response from Cat was a weak smile of relief.

******

After she had recovered, Tabatha left Cat bound once more on the bed whilst she went to have a much needed shower.

In her absence she had instructed the ribbons to hold Cat in a particularly uncomfortable pose with her arms pulled cruelly straight out behind her back and being forced to stand leaning over, almost, but not quite, at the point of falling over, which would have put even more pressure on her already over stressed shoulders.

Exiting fully refreshed from the shower, Tabatha released Cat and ordered her to shower as the other woman absolutely stank of desperation. And she had better be quick about it or she wouldn’t get anything to eat.

Once in the oversized kitchen, Tabatha realized just how ravenously hungry she was. The exertions of all the work she had done yesterday and all the fun she had had this morning had clearly taken it out of her, so she set about making massive breakfasts for herself and Cat.

Tabatha was just starting on her second round of toast when she heard a strangled yelp form behind her. She turned to find a still naked Cat with her arms bound behind her back by a magical ribbon, whilst another ribbon had wrapped itself around her neck and was suspending her on tip-toe to the point she was struggling to breath.

A heavy ornament had apparently fallen from Cat’s hand and was now lying on the floor beside her.

Tabatha slowly walked over to examine her captive with a look of appraisal.

“You of all people should know that the ribbons won’t let any harm come to me in this house. You did intend me harm, didn’t you?… Of course you did. Perfectly understandable. I would do exactly the same in your position.”

With that Tabatha reached out and gripped one of Cat’s vulnerable breasts, she squeezed with all the strength she could muster and Cat gave a half strangled cry of pain.

“But of course, all actions, no matter how understandable, have consequences.” She continued in a lecturing tone.

She pulled on Cat’s breast until Cat was about to lose her balance and be left dangling by the ribbon around her neck, then just as Cat’s feet lost grip, Tabatha mentally commanded the ribbons to release their captive so that she fell in a heap on the floor.

“Now, pick yourself up and have some breakfast. You are going to need all your strength for what I have planned today.”

As she walked back to the breakfast bar, she heard a single word hiss out from behind her, “Bitch!”

Tabatha smiled to herself. Oh, the fun she was going to have with Cat.

******

The rest of the day passed in a sweaty, scream filled blur, and certainly not all the screams were caused by pain. Tabatha had waited far too long for this day and worked too hard to make it happen to show any restraint or subtlety on this first day. Instead, for Cat the day was filled with hours of painful denial followed by hours of near mind breaking constant orgasms, followed by yet more hours of edging and denial, to the point that she was no longer sure whether she was begging for release or rest.

However, when it was time for bed and she saw that Tabatha was again holding the Cingulum Nega Orgasmi, Cat redoubled the thrashing against her bonds and spat curses, threats and obscenities at Tabatha. This time she had firsthand experience of what torture lay ahead of her.

Later, Tabatha lay down to go to sleep against her gently undulating, softly moaning and softly vibrating living pillow.

Today had exceeded her widest expectations and she had a feeling that tomorrow would be even better.

******

Following an extremely satisfying early morning orgasm, curtesy of a very desperate and willing to please Cat, Tabatha sat at the breakfast bar, finishing the last of her cereal and contemplating the day ahead, when a thought occurred to her. How long could she keep another woman at the very point of orgasm without actually letting her cum? She wasn’t talking about spoilt orgasms, where she would stimulate someone to the point of orgasm and then simply stop before repeating the whole process again and again. Any fool with a nasty streak and talented fingers could do that. No, she was thinking about constant sustained pleasure, just the merest fraction below the orgasm threshold.

It would test her skill as it would need total concentration as well as a great technique. It would test her skill even more if she denied herself the use magic. So how long could she keep it going?

Luckily, she had an un-willing subject at hand to help her find out.

Half an hour later she again had Cat securely bound spreadeagled on the bed.

Whilst she had used the magic ribbons to secure Cat, she didn’t really consider using the ribbons as breaking the spirit of the no magic rule, as she could have just as easily have used normal rope, it was just the ribbons were far more convenient.

“So, what are you going to do to me bitch?” Cat glared at her.

“Nothing you won’t enjoy” Tabatha told her sweetly.

Tabatha started with a kissing exploration of Cat’s entire body.

It is often said that a person knows “something” as well as they know their own body, but in reality, how well do we intimately know every nook and crevice of ourselves? Before her challenge started in earnest, Tabatha intended to find out.

She started with Cat’s shoulders and using butterfly kisses and feather touches on every piece of exposed skin, she slowly made her way from shoulder to hand. Each finger on each hand was taken into Tabatha’s mouth and sucked and tongued as though it was a small cock. By the time that Tabatha had given the same sensual attention to each of Cat’s legs, feet and toes, her plaything was positively purring with contentment.

Tabatha changed position so that she could kiss cat’s neck and ears whilst her hands softly explored the other woman’s hips and chest. She let her hands ever so gently glide over the soft slopes of Cat’s breasts but made sure to keep away from her sensitive nipples for now.

Tabatha leaned forward again and gently nibbled on Cat’s earlobe before whispering:

“Are you enjoying this?”

“No!” but Cat’s angry denial was contradicted by every fibre of her body indicated that she was currently experiencing a mellow state of bliss.

“Liar” smiled Tabatha.

Tabatha paused just long enough to fetch a bottle of scented massage oil before returning to her task.

Again, she started with Cat’s limbs but she was much firmer with her caresses this time. Because of the oil, her firmer caresses glided effortlessly over the other woman’s body, not just stimulating the nerve endings in the skin, but helping relax the tight muscles below. Once she had finally finished with her arms and legs, Tabatha sat astride Cat’s hips and began to slowly work on Cat’s torso again. This time she didn’t shy away from Cat’s breasts or nipples, instead she let her firm slick caresses slide over and around them, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pulling, but always giving pleasure.

All the while that Tabatha was eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Cat, she was admiring the fantastically supple body beneath her questing hands. Even to herself it sounded narcissistic, but she had to admit that she had a truly beautiful and sensual body. No wonder so many of her playthings came back for more, no matter what she did to them

When Cat’s soft moans of pleasure became a constant accompaniment to Tabatha’s sensual massage, she knew it was time to step it up a gear. She repositioned herself so that she was straddling Cat’s midriff, facing her pussy. Some oil had already gotten onto Cat’s pussy, making it glisten in the bedroom lights, but Tabatha intended to make it glisten oh so much more.

Her slippery hands started at Cat’s inner thighs and ever so slowly began circling in towards Cat’s fantastically beautiful vulva. She let her hands run down either side of the vulva, pressing inwards slightly to apply gentle pressure to the clit nestled within. Back and forth she went, never changing speed, but sometimes letting her hands brush across the top of Cat’s swollen lips for variation. But not once did she let so much as a single finger part those gorgeous lips, no matter how much Cat might have wanted her to.

Cat was now expressing her pleasure and desire in a near constant string of loud moans. At the moment the moans of pleasure were the only form of communication left to her. Her witch’s pride could never allow herself to admit that her pleasure was dependant on another person, and to try and deny that she was experiencing this much pleasure would have been impossible. And so, she could do nothing more than to ride out the delicious sensations that were coursing through her body, unwilling to ask for it to stop and not able to ask for more.

Tabatha was extremely pleased at how things were going. Cat was clearly highly aroused, but despite thinking she was experiencing pleasure now, Tabatha knew that Cat was still in the foothills of the pleasure mountain that was still ahead of her. However, as practice for herself, and to sharpen her skills, she decided to see if she could keep Cat at this exact level of modest arousal for an extended period.

Half an hour later Tabatha was mentally exhausted. This had been much harder than she had anticipated. She had found that after such an extended period, even slight changes in speed or pressure could send Cat’s pleasure levels soaring in an instant. Worse, even if she was careful to keep the same pace, sometimes Cat’s pleasure would start slowly climbing by itself. She had needed to be extremely vigilant and had needed to change her technique constantly in order to maintain the same constant level of arousal.

As for Cat, she had completely abandoned her stoic façade. Now mixed in with her constant moans of pleasure were constant pleadings for more. Physically she might be at the same level of arousal, but emotionally she was absolutely desperate for more. Just the way Tabatha liked it.

Now that she thought she had some idea of how difficult the task ahead of her was likely to be, Tabatha decided to move on to the final stage of her challenge. She realized it was going to be incredibly difficult, but it wouldn’t be called a challenge if it was easy.

She repositioned herself so that she was kneeling between Cat’s legs and resumed the massaging of her vulva. Now her movements were firmer and faster and she was freely letting her fingers slip between Cat’s glistening lips to brush directly against her now extremely sensitive clit.

Immediately Cat loudly cried out and her back arched as her pleasure levels instantly soared to new heights.

When Tabatha judged that Cat was approaching the absolute peak of her pleasure, she changed technique. Now she was using the oil slicked finger and thumb of one hand to constantly slide back and forth either side of Cat’s aching clit whilst a finger from her other hand slowly pushed in and out of her sopping and grasping entrance. Tabatha had hoped that this technique would allow her to fine tune the other woman’s state of pleasure through a combination of altering the speed and pressure of her movements.

Already Cat was giving voice to her new level of pleasure with piercingly loud panting moans that almost verged on screams in her desperate need for that last ounce of pleasure that would tip her over the edge into the sweet release of an orgasm.

After another half an hour Tabatha was ready to admit that she couldn’t go on anymore. Keeping Cat at the extreme level of pleasure just below the climax level had proved to be fantastically hard. Twice Cat had almost cum, but through as much luck as through skill Tabatha had just been able to reign in Cat’s pleasure without letting it drop too low.

But that hadn’t been the problem. The problem was that being so close to another woman that was being kept at the very precipice of orgasm for so long had affected Tabatha on a deep level. Currently she could barely think past her own desperate need to orgasm. Twice she had let one of her hands drift down between her own legs to try relieve the pressure, but of course that had had only had the opposite effect and instead it had left her even more desperate both times. For the last five minutes it had taken a massive effort of self-control to stop herself from simply grinding her pussy against Cat’s leg until she came.

For her own sake and pleasure, she had to bring this to an end now.

Before her own resolve gave out completely, Tabatha used her fingers to spread Cat’s lips gently apart before plunging her mouth into the other woman’s hot wetness. It was only a matter of seconds of Tabatha frantically licking Cat’s clit before the other woman cried out in the most desperate scream of passion and release that Tabatha had ever heard. Despite her restraints, Cat’s body was twisting and bucking so hard that Tabatha had to hold on tight in order to keep licking all the way through Cat’s orgasm.

Finally, as the last shudders of Cat’s body eased, Tabatha fell forward in exhaustion so that her head was now resting against Cat’s soaking pussy, almost a mirror image of what she had forced Cat to do the previous day. With Cat’s release, Tabatha’s own arousal had eased the tiniest amount, and whilst she was still very desperate for her own orgasm, it wasn’t quite the all-consuming need that it had been. She could afford to mentally calm herself before she sought her own release.

Once she had herself under a little more control she went and knelt by Cat’s head. Cat was still breathing hard, but the worst (best) of her orgasmic aftershocks seemed to have subsided.

“So, are you going to try and tell me that you hated that?” Tabatha asked with a mocking voice.

Cat tried to give her a defiant glare, but in reality she barely had the energy for a dazed frown.

“Anyway, you’ve had your fun, time for you to pay me back”.

With that she straddled Cat’s face.

“And there will be consequences if I think you are slacking.” Tabatha knew there would be “consequences” no matter how well Cat performed, and probably by now so did Cat.

After a moment’s pause, Cat began licking and sucking on Tabatha’s aching vulva and clit. Occasionally a probing tongue would push against Tabatha’s entrance, which would send a sharp thrill of pleasure through her lower body. After so long spent being extremely aroused, it was the sweetest sensation of relief that Tabatha could ever remember experiencing.

But still Tabatha required another element of fun.

“Your slacking” with that Tabatha’s hand sent a magical spark of electricity to sting Cat on her clit. Not painful enough to “really” hurt, just enough to shock and surprise. Cat yelled out and immediately redoubled her efforts.

The next fifteen minutes followed a similar pattern:

ZAP – “Concentrate”

ZAP – “Faster”

ZAP – “Harder”

ZAP – “Faster”

Each ZAP was followed by a yelp of pain and renewed effort from Cat. The renewed effort was appreciated, but it was the yelp of pain that Tabatha found far more arousing.

Eventually Tabatha found herself on the brink of orgasm. She had been trying to make it last longer, but Cat really did know what she liked best, and she was too damn good at giving it to her.

Her heart was thumping hard in her chest, her body shook with the effort of trying to control the pleasure coursing through every fibre of her body, her mind could think of nothing but the intense stimulation radiating out from between her legs. But still she tried to hold on.

Eventually she could hold it back no longer… the extreme pleasure that crashed into her was almost sharp edged in its intensity. At the same time she fired a bolt of magic straight into Cat’s sex, the magic containing both pain and intense pleasure in equal measure.

As Tabatha’s screams of ecstasy echoed around the room, they were joined and mixed with the screams coming from Cat. It wasn’t clear if the screams coming from Cat were pleasure or pain, but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that the two women were singing in tune with the extreme sensations flooding their bodies.

As soon as some semblance of self-control returned to Tabatha, she clambered awkwardly off of Cat and disappeared the other woman’s constraints before hugging her tightly with the last vestiges of strength left to her. In her exhaustion Cat hugged her back just as fiercely. Locked together the two women rode out the last of their combined orgasmic aftershocks.

Afterwards, lying on her back, playing aimlessly with Cat’s hair as the other woman’s head rested sleepily against her breast, Tabatha began to wonder, if pain as an encouragement could spur Cat into giving her an orgasm this good, What might a combination of pleasure and pain produce? Perhaps alternating pulses of pleasure or pain? Or maybe if the sensations were random so that Cat didn’t know what to expect next?

Only one way to find out.

Without further delay Tabatha summoned the restraining ribbons that first ensnared a surprised Cat, before firmly and irresistibly spreading her out across the bed once more.

******

A Changing Relationship

Initially Tabatha had only intended to keep Cat around for a few days.

The idea had been to act out her more extreme fantasies on somebody unable to resist her, and then after a few days re-absorb her “copy’s” emotions and memories back into herself. That way not only could she indulge her domination fantasies, but she would also satisfy her curiosity of what it would be like to be helpless and subservient to another person, without having to actually make herself that vulnerable.

However, a few days turned into several weeks, and several weeks had turned into several months, and still she wasn’t done playing out her darker desires on poor vulnerable Cat.

Things between the two women had of course changed over that time.

Tabatha had never been close to anyone else in her entire life, in fact she always thought that type of closeness was a weakness. But there was something different about Cat, something so different that Tabatha had neither the words nor the experiences to know what it might be.

She found that in a strange way that she admired Cat. Cat had endured everything that Tabatha had done to her, and not once had that fierce defiance been dimmed. Undeniably Cat was physically beautiful, but her inner strength and defiance was even more beautiful to Tabatha.

Occasionally, Tabatha had thoughts, almost flights of fantasy, about her and Cat having a more “normal”, maybe more equal, maybe more tender relationship. But then she quickly dismissed the idea. She was not that sort of woman, and neither was Cat.

However, at times Tabatha was almost reluctant to cause quite as much humiliation or hurt to Cat. But then Cat would scream obscenities and threats at her, all the while glaring at her with those intensely beautiful and defiantly angry eyes, and Tabatha wouldn’t be able to help herself. As well as being incredibly sexy, Cat’s defiance was like an irresistible challenge to Tabatha’s dominance, and she couldn’t let such a challenge go unanswered.

For instance, a few months ago, without prompting, Cat had threatened Tabatha not to do certain things to her. This surprised Tabatha for two reasons, firstly the things that she was being told not to do had never occurred to her, they were actually more vicious and humiliating than Tabatha’s normal predilections. And secondly, how foolish for Cat to demand that she not to do it, because of course she was now going to do it to Cat, no matter how much she begged her not to.

A similar bout of threats happened a couple weeks later, and so Cat was again punished accordingly.

It wasn’t until the third time that Cat challenged Tabatha’s dominance by insisting that Tabatha not to do something to her, that the penny finally dropped. Cat wasn’t insisting Tabatha NOT to do something to her, she was actually begging her TO do it to her.

Tabatha was being played, and she resented it, it made her absolutely furious. That night she treated Cat extra badly, despite now knowing that this was precisely what Cat wanted. But Tabatha just couldn’t help herself.

******

The real turning point in their relationship came at the six months mark.

For a few weeks now, Tabatha had suspected that she was becoming addicted to Cat and what Cat allowed her to do. These days she never went out, or in fact did very much of anything other than constantly dreaming up new ways to break (or at least temper) Cat’s defiance. It was hard to imagine a life without Cat anymore. Those fierce eyes blazing with total hatred made her melt with lust every time.

Last week she had even received an unannounced visit from one of the other witches from the coven. Apparently, her continued absence had been noticed and some people (she couldn’t imagine who), had been concerned for her. Endora was a nosy busybody, who was just using the visit as a chance to snoop, but it was a sign that Tabatha’s unusual behaviour had been noticed. Luckily when Endora had called, Cat was still in bed sleeping off the excesses of the night before. Tabatha wasn’t normally one to be so understanding of Cat’s frailties, but the previous night had been especially demanding on the poor thing.

So, if she was to reclaim some aspect of normalcy, something had to be done. But what?

It took several days for Tabatha to decide on a course of action. During those days of contemplation, Cat had on a couple of occasions tried to distract her, including one attempt of doing her normal trick of begging Tabatha not to do something particularly heinous to her. However, despite being sorely tempted, Tabatha wasn’t taking the bait and so just to be cruel she spent the rest of the day being extra nice to the horny Cat.

Finally, she was ready to present her new terms to Cat.

The proposal she explained to Cat was, Monday to Friday the two of them would live as “normal” housemates, but from 7:00pm Friday evening to first thing Monday morning they would both get to live out their darkest desires.

As it turned out, Cat had a major issue with this proposed arrangement, and not for the reasons Tabatha had expected.

Despite her constant insults, anger and fighting against her constraints, it appeared that Cat was actually getting even more out of the current relationship than Tabatha was.

Tabatha was absolutely floored by this revelation. Cat was an exact copy of herself, both physically and emotionally, and there was absolutely no way Tabatha would let anyone get away with doing the things to her that she had been doing to Cat. She would have fought to her last breath to seek revenge on anyone who had done the smallest fraction of those things to her. Sure… she might have wondered from time to time what it might be like to be sexually dominated by somebody else. Maybe some of those musings might even be called fantasies… but there was ABSOLUTELY no way she would willingly have submitted herself to another person’s control.

Cat then patiently explained that certainly she had felt that way at first. In fact, in the first couple of days she would have happily killed Tabatha given half a chance. But things had slowly changed for her. She had come to appreciate the freedom of not being in control, to having her pleasure controlled by the whims of another, never knowing if hours of intense denial was going to end in either pain or mind exploding pleasure. In short, it was the best sex she had ever experienced.

“And it’s not just about the sex,” Cat continued “I know you, I know the way you think. With your rigid way of thinking it’s not even possible for you to understand what I have gone through over these last months. The extremes of sensation I have experienced, both pleasure and pain and everything in between. I could never have experienced these things as my old self unless somebody had taken all choice away from me and forced me to endure. We are both much stronger than you could possibly imagine, but through your help, I’m the only one who now has some understanding of how strong we actually are. I’m not going to let you take that away from me” she ended defiantly.

Tabatha explained that she had no intention of changing who Cat was, she just thought they might benefit from pacing themselves a bit. A bit of enforced denial during the week might even make things more exciting at the weekends.

“Look, just because I’m suggesting that we save the Sub-Dom stuff to the weekend, I’m not saying we can’t have sex during the week, just not the sort of sex that involves magic or anything too kinky.”

Cat was highly sceptical until Tabatha took her off to the bedroom and demonstrated what she had in mind. After which Cat agreed “normie” sex might just tie her over between weekends, just as long as she got plenty of it. And Tabatha had better work extra hard to make it up to her it at the weekends.

******

Since the trial arrangement had started and the two women had agreed to live as equals during most of the week, they had only had one “real” argument.

It had been one evening mid-week and they had been curled up together on the couch watching a romantic comedy and drinking wine. Tabatha had drunk a bit more wine than she usually did and it had put her in a somewhat romantic and reflective mood.

“I hope you know I appreciate you” she confided in Cat.

Not noticing that Cat hadn’t responded, she carried on, “I know things were difficult between us at first, but things are different between us now. I feel a better person for being with you.”

Still Cat didn’t respond, but again Tabatha was too wrapped up in her slightly tipsy musings to notice the danger signs.

“It’s just that… well it sounds silly, but… well, I think I might actually be a little bit in l…”

“Don’t you fucking say it!” Cat cut her off angrily.

Tabatha was shocked into silence. Cat wasn’t just annoyed, she was absolutely livid. She didn’t think she had ever seen the other woman this angry, and that was certainly saying something.

“You’re a witch for fuck’s sake! Start acting like one! Witches don’t care about the emotions of others. They take what they want and the feelings of others be damned. You’ve said it yourself in the past, an emotional witch is a weak witch, and a weak witch doesn’t deserve respect. Now cut this crap and start acting like the selfish, cold-hearted and vengeful bitch I know you to really be.”

Seeing the surprised and hurt look on Tabatha’s face, Cat briefly relented and leaning across, took Tabatha’s face gently in her hands and gave her a long, passionate and tender kiss that made the other woman melt.

When she next spoke her voice was still full of righteous anger, but it was completely undercut by the tender look in her eyes.

“So, are you a weak witch completely undeserving of respect, or are you a cold-hearted vengeful bitch? A vengeful bitch would drag me off to the bedroom and fuck me till I begged them to stop, and then they would fuck me some more just to show me who was in charge.”

The smile had returned to Tabatha’s face as she realized what Cat had really been telling her.

Both women wanted very different things from this relationship, even though their individual needs complimented each other perfectly.

However, Cat had been right. Their relationship was a complex one which didn’t easily lend itself to being defined by such clumsy things as words, especially something as esoteric as the L-word. For them actions would always speak far louder, far more clearly and far more honestly.

With this realization Tabatha grabbed Cat roughly by the arm and dragged her protesting off to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom Tabatha instructed her ribbons to bind Cat’s arms behind her back and pulled them up to an extremely uncomfortable position high up on her back, whilst another ribbon wound one end of itself around Cat’s neck and the other to her over-extended arms. Cat now had a choice, endure the pain in her arms or risk choking.

Next Tabatha fetched the Cock of Lesvia and after placing one end inside of herself, she adjusted it so that she would only receive 10% of their combined sensation, which meant, to balance things out, Cat would be forced to experience 190% of the combined intensity. Then she doubled Cat’s quota again for good measure. On the first brutally rough stroke of the metal cock into her pussy, Cat screamed at the extreme intensity of the pleasure flooding through her and nearly came immediately. But that was only the start of what was to be a very long night.

Not only did Tabatha fuck Cat until Cat begged for her to stop, she fucked her until Cat screamed for Tabatha to stop, whereupon Tabatha fucked her harder and faster, just to show the ungrateful bitch who was really in charge.

Finally, when Tabatha had cum for the fourth time and neither of them could even begin to guess at the untold number of times Cat had been forcibly made to cum, both women collapsed exhausted onto the bed. They were soon asleep in each other’s arms, satisfied in the knowledge that the other woman truly did love them.

******

Epilogue

Many months later… Tabatha was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching Cat prepare them both lunch. She smiled at the memories that had brought them to their current state. Life with Cat was extremely good, if not sometimes complicated. Thanks to her, Tabatha was certainly a lot more at peace with herself than she had ever been in her entire life.

As for Cat, she had almost come to terms with the fact that she didn’t need Tabatha to be an evil vicious bitch “all” of the time. She was beginning to understand that it might be OK if Tabatha wated to demonstrate affection to her in other, more tender ways… just occasionally.

Tabatha walked over to Cat, placed an arm around her waist and gently kissed her on the neck. “Smells delicious.”

“You always say that” replied Cat with a certain amount of indulgent exasperation, but still she gave Tabatha a quick kiss on the cheek for the compliment. “So what have you been doing all morning?”

“I’ve been researching a device that I hope to have ready for us to try at the weekend” replied Tabatha with as much casualness as she could muster, whilst at the same time trying to hide her own excitement.

That immediately had Cat’s full attention, “What device? What does it do? Is it for pleasure or for pain? Or Both?” she asked with obvious enthusiasm.

“That’s for me to know and you to worry about” replied a cryptic Tabatha.

Just because orgasm denial was now reserved strictly for the weekends, it didn’t mean she couldn’t find other ways to tease Cat during the rest of the week.

The End

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Author’s Note

Initially I had intended to introduce Tabatha in the sequel to “A Man Named Susan”, but the more she took shape within my mind the more I realized that trying to give her a quick introduction in somebody else’s story would be a complete disservice to how complex a person she was.

As a bonus, in writing this, Cat was born, who arguable may even be a more complex character than Tabatha. By the end I believe Cat reveals that despite her subservient role in the relationship, she may actually be the more dominant of the two.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this tale.

Yogma.