Then
We stayed in that apartment for years. It wasn’t huge, but it was ours, and it was close to both our gigs. But we’d grown. We were both managers by now, Emily had a team of roadies working for her and I had my team of researchers. It was eerie how similar our life paths were.
“Em’, I’ve been thinking. We’re doing alright and, wouldn’t you like something bigger? I feel like we’re getting a bit cramped in this place.” She tilted her head and looked at me. Gods, I love that little tilt. She still does it! Be still, my heart.
“Cramped? I don’t really mind cramped. But, uh, what did you have in mind? A palace? I could do with a palace. I’d make a fucking awesome queen.” She was right about that. She was bossy and, while regal wasn’t a word I’d use to describe her then at least superior.
“No, not a palace, but… I walk by this house every day on my lunch break, it’s just the cutest little thing. It’s, like, ridiculously idyllic. White picket fence and everything. It’s even got a basement, we could soundproof it and you could set up a studio down there! With your contacts, you could have actual bands coming to our house to record!” I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and drew an imaginary arch in the air in front of us. “Em’s Basement Records. Picture it.” She looked at me with those huge, painted black eyes, as though she’d never even had the thought before. It was so completely out of left field, she didn’t know how to deal with it, but as I drew the arch I could feel her start to bounce on the balls of her feet.
“Baby, yes! Yes yes yes I fucking want that so bad! Oh my god! Really? Can we afford it? Is it for sale?” I kissed her. Deeply. Wrapped my hand around the back of her head and drew her in and I kissed her and it was wonderful. One of those kisses that sends color through the air and paints your emotions for the world to see. Yeah, Hallmark, fucking sue me. I broke away and simply answered “Yes.” She was shaking, she was so happy! “Oh my god oh my god, thank yooouuu!” and she spun away from me laughing. I don’t know if she intended to, but as she was spinning back towards me and lowered her arms, she smacked my ass, and she smacked it hard. “Oh!” That was new. “Shit, sorry, you alright baby?” I was. I really was. “Uh, yeah, I’m okay. That was… Em? Could you… do that again?” She did.
A spark neither of us knew about had been ignited.
Now
“Please Mistress, may I come!?” Emily’s nails dug into the tender welts on my back, as she held onto my waist. “No you may not, pet.” Her faux cock was diving deep inside me, as her hips were slamming into my cheeks. “Pleeease Mistress!?” I was getting desperate, I could feel the strapon growing inside me every time she drove it in, her hand working the pump to inflate the now massive dildo stretching my cunt wide. “I said no! Hold it the fuck in, pet!” The head of our hitachi vibrator was stuck fast against the hood of my clitoris, assaulting my hidden nub with a vengeance. It was held in place below me by an arm we’d fashioned out of the neck of an old broken desk lamp. “Can’t grunt hold grunt anymore, grunt Mistress!” I felt her pressing the flat of her thumb firmly against my asshole, the nail scraping against the sensitive flesh between my two holes. She wasn’t pushing in, just against it.
“If you come like some wanton slut before I say you can, I’ll shove my whole fucking cock up your ass!” She pushed harder against my tight little back entrance, and started moving her thumb in heavy circles. It felt slippery, she must’ve been lubing me up. “Please! grunt Pleeease! grunt PLE-” She moved her thumb away- “Come, pet! Come now!” -and immediately sank a tapered plug into my ass, all the way to the flared base.
My world erupted. A massive orgasm was being ripped out of me, tendrils of pure pleasure snaking their way through my coiled body and setting my nerves on fire; I could feel them stretching out through my legs and lapping at my curled toes, I could feel them pulsing in every welt on my whipped-raw back, from tailbone to shoulder blades, then out into my arms and all the way to my cramping fingers. My back arched up, putting immense pressure on my shoulders as my wrists pulled against their restraints, and my legs quaked so heavily that the wood around the eyelets was groaning, threatening to let go of its embedded bolts.
“Come harder, pet, scream for me!” And I did, oh how I did, when Emily flipped the hitachi’s setting to high. I was screaming so hard that my usually shrill voice broke and turned to a drawn out growl. My back and belly were flexing in turn now, making me flop around on top of the plinth like a fish out of water and I grunted as I desperately sucked down air. “Good girl! Give me one more orgasm, hard as you can now! Come, pet, come for me!” Emily pulled out my plug halfway, and started fucking me with it in tandem with her hips, alternately leaving me achingly empty and completely overstuffed. No more quaking, no more flopping, my entire body went completely rigid as every muscle locked up, until I felt a hand on my cheek. A second later, pain. Emily spanked me with all she had with her free hand, right palm to left cheek, on every in-stroke, and everything turned black. Lights out, good night. I went somewhere else.
Greetings, my Queen.
Then
We were in bed, our king size bed on the second floor of our house. Our house! I was laid out flat on my back and Emily was sitting up. On my face. I couldn’t breathe. My legs were doubled up and tied, ankle-to-thigh, and she’d drawn a rope underneath our bed and tied the ends to my knees, pulling them wide apart. She was sitting down with all of her weight on my face and my tongue was exploring her asshole.
She leaned forward and pressed that devilish vibrator straight to my clitoris, mewling at the sight of me squirming beneath her. I tried to gasp for air, but got nothing, felt like I was going to pass out. I double-tapped her thigh and she rose up on her knees for just a second, letting me grab a quick breath, then sat back down and continued playing with my clit. I didn’t know how many times I’d orgasmed by then, I was so oversensitized that every second was agony, yet still she wouldn’t let up. She loved being in control. Total and complete control. I tapped her leg again and she rose up. “PLEA-“se stop!, I didn’t have time to get very far in my pleading, before she sat back down, pulled my hood back to expose my little nub, turned the vibe all the way up and just watched as my pussy violently contracted through another forced orgasm. I couldn’t take another second of this, I could feel my mind slipping away. I reached to slap her thigh again, but my hand didn’t make it all the way before oblivion embraced me. That was the first time I caught a glimpse of my inner Goddess, my Queen, and her queendom was beautiful.
Emily rose to her knees again and my body automatically gasped a lungful of blessed, divine air.
“PLEASE! I can’t take it anymore!”
“I want you to call me Mistress.”
“What!?”
“When I’m in control, I don’t… I don’t feel like Emily… Baby, could you try calling me Mistress?”
“Okay, okay, whatever you want, Mistress! Just, please pl-”
She sat back down again, with a newfound heat inside her. Like her spanking me set me alight, that word triggered something in her. She reached between my legs and slid two digits into me, curling them towards that sensitive spot just inside my entrance, and fingered me hard. As she felt my pussy contracting, she pulled out and started flicking my clit from side to side. I was tapping both her thighs as fast as I could, but she stayed down for a few more seconds, mesmerized by the clear stream of liquid pulsing out from between my lips. “That’s a good pet…” She rose up, I breathed, she sat back down, and the vibrator was back again.
That was one of the longest nights of my life, and it’s one of my fondest memories, as we broke through barrier after barrier we didn’t know were put up in the first place.
After
I was clawing my way back to consciousness. I couldn’t have been out long, music was still playing and my body was still pulsing with indescribable sensations. Every muscle was aching, and my poor holes were screaming angrily at me, like they couldn’t believe what I’d let them go through. Indignant! Is that the word? My holes were indignant! But I was content. Happy. There was a heat, an ember, deep inside my belly and I was just so fucking happy. This afterglow was the greatest feeling in the world. I opened my eyes and saw Emily sitting on the ground, one leg bent in front of her and one foot in the air as she was struggling trying to yank off her tight boot.
“Fucking… stupid boot… get OFF!” and with an audible plop the skin tight leather let go of her sweaty leg. “Aah, that’s the stuff.” she exclaimed with a satisfied sigh as she wriggled her toes in the air. I could watch her for hours, but she tilted her head at me when she noticed I’d opened my eyes.
“Good morning, baby!”
“Mooorning Em’!” I closed my eyes again and just beamed at her, firing off my most deadly pearly white smile. Patent pending.
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