It’s amazing how she can be simultaneously wicked and savage while dominating Chloe one minute, then immensely respectful and caring the next minute. Frequently checking in to see if Chloe needs to use her safeword, making sure the temperature in the playroom isn’t too hot or too cold and making sure Chloe has a couch to sit on while she comes out of sub-space.
That’s right. Chloe’s finally reached sub-space when before she’s only ever been able to scratch the surface.
Beca doesn’t make Chloe feel like a freak. Beca encourages Chloe to explore her kinks and her curiosities. She isn’t judgemental at all. She’s an amazing listener which is why Chloe feels comfortable opening up to her about her personal life. Feels comfortable discussing new scenarios and things they might want to try.
Beca comes to learn all about Chloe’s life, her dreams, and her favorite movies and shows. Beca learns that Chloe volunteers at a food bank every couple of weeks; learns how she’s adamant about donating to charities that prevent queer and gender diverse youth from being homeless.
Beca develops an instant dislike of Chloe’s girlfriend, not that she would tell Chloe that.
Chloe’s never been able to gel this well with her previous dommes or mistresses as she has with Beca. They seem to connect not only on a physical and mental level, but a spiritual one.
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Chloe’s car pulls into the parking lot. She’s surprised to see that it’s sparsely populated tonight but then again Nerve is something of an urban legend. Membership isn’t easy to come by.
By now she’s used to the clandestine meetings. She wants to work things out and wants to see things through with Kate. Chloe thinks she might be falling in love with her girlfriend; even though she isn’t worthy of Kate’s love because Chloe has been cheating on her.
She’s accepted that what she’s doing is cheating.
Part of her feels tremendous guilt but the other part of her, her fire, won’t be tamed by Kate. Probably not ever.
And her fire rages tonight.
It’s been three months since her last session. Chloe’s been keyed up for that long. This past month she’s been outright bitchy and irritable. She snapped at one of her nurses this morning; she’s been unreasonably frustrated with the servers at her favorite coffee shop, she’s even started beefing with the mailman whom she’s now convinced is her arch-nemesis.
“Hey Janine,” she smiles at the woman behind the desk, flashing her membership card.
“Hey, Chloe.” Janine hands her the clipboard.
Chloe’s preferences never change.
Except for tonight. Tonight she checks off a single box in the right column.
Wax .
She’s ready.
She’s feeling extra naughty and wants tonight’s session to be filmed so she can re-watch the video one night when Kate is out of town.
“Beca Mitchell you better fuck the brat out of me tonight!” she writes in the comment section. Chloe adds a little smiley face because she knows it’ll earn her harsher punishment.
Chloe saunters down the hallway into the small room containing lockers. She sports a naughty smirk as she pulls her collar out of her locker. Instinctually she fastens it around her neck and makes her way to room three.
The room is cool, almost chilly but not cold.
“Strip!” a commanding voice sounds over the intercom.
Chloe smiles. Her desire is simmering beneath the surface, but it’s rapidly growing stronger, so she moves as quickly as she can. Her motions are a little jerky as she fumbles with the buttons on her blouse but eventually, she sheds it.
Even though she’s nude and standing in a dimly lit room with minimal decoration save for wood benches, wall-mounted D-rings, hard point, of course, a few chairs, and a spanking bench; Chloe isn’t ashamed. She’s so fucking aroused, she’s embarrassingly wet.
This is one of the minimalist rooms. It’s going to inspire a lot of…creativity.
She knows Beca’s watching. Beca’s eyes don’t feel invasive because Chloe knows she’s being viewed as a prize. She is as much of a reward for Beca as Beca is to her. They both work to earn each other in these sessions.
Beca’s preening only boosts her confidence.
A shiver overtakes Chloe when she hears the metal door opening. “On your knees!”
Chloe obeys and drops to her knees. She feels the cool concrete pressing against them but she’s not concerned.
“I’ve missed you Beca,” she smirks.
“Chloe,” she warns. “You know you’re not allowed to use my name when you wear my collar.”
“God, Beca,” she rolls her eyes. “You’re totes being a bitch tonight.”
Beca lets loose a dangerous growl from across the room. She runs over to Chloe and tugs her red hair so hard that Chloe is lifted from the floor with a gasp. Her blue eyes are burning, dark and powerful, and it incites a sudden, striking desire in Chloe that races through her veins like wildfire. “Your file said you were feeling bratty tonight. I’d hoped you were joking around. Surely you know by now not to disrespect me?”
She barely has time to feel dread at the recognition of Beca’s words before she’s being yanked abruptly to her feet. A brief smile registers across her face but she’s quick to get rid of it before Beca notices.
Chloe’s shoved onto the wood bench Beca parts her legs and fastens them to the D-rings and ties them in double columns with hemp rope. Chloe’s arms are positioned alongside her body, Beca ties her hands to D-rings under the bench, she makes sure they are loose enough for Chloe to move them slightly so her circulation isn’t cut off nor do they go numb.
The brunette produces a pair of clamps, she smiles as Chloe’s eyes widen in delight, producing a glint of immense gratitude, the redhead chews on her bottom lip in anticipation. Beca connects the clamps to Chloe’s nipples and then taking a narrower 2mm hemp rope, connects them to the halfway point of the rope connected to her ankles.
Beca admiring her work stands and looks over Chloe, squirming but eager. The girl’s legs are splayed up and lashed to the rings on the wall at a steep and uncomfortable angle. But the most delicious part is how each time Chloe’s chest rises and falls the rope connected to her ankles causes them to tug just a bit. Beca’s eyes hone in on the dripping warm pussy in front of her, it’s enticing and inviting much like Chloe. And Beca can’t wait to put it through the wringer.
Beca leaves her submissive there for fifteen minutes before returning with a burning candle. A small pool of blue wax has collected at the base. “What are your colors?” she asks the bound redhead.
“Green,” Chloe breathes out. “Definitely green.”
Beca tips the candle so but a single drop falls onto the redhead’s toned stomach. “Aghhh,” she screams. Lost in the mental fog of ecstasy from the pain converted into a rolling stream of pleasure. Her nipples are being tugged violently as her chest heaves with equal intensity.
“Y-yellow,” Chloe begs.
Beca lets another drop fall, slowly.
“Mmmph, ahhh,” Chloe keens as she comes hard, her pussy clenching around nothing. Her brain is in sensory overload because this is exactly the kind of domination and submission she’s craved for years. When her eyes are no longer blinded by tears she looks at the camera, offering a weak smile. She can’t wait to watch and relive this session.
Beca looks down, astonished to see Chloe’s pussy drenched.
Chloe pants, “that all y-ya got, Becs?”
Beca chucks the candle across the room she fists a handful of auburn hair and pulls so Chloe is facing her and it takes every ounce of willpower for Chloe not to come again. “You still haven’t learned any respect, have you pet?”
“Whe-when..” Chloe takes a second to catch her breath. “When I ask you to f-fuck the brat out of me I expect nothing less than perf-mummnf,” she’s cut off when Beca stuffs a ball gag in her mouth.
“There. Now you can shut up and mind your manners. I think I’ll leave you here for a while?”
Chloe manages a weak nod.
“Blink both eyes if you need to safeword?”
Chloe doesn’t blink.
Beca returns every thirty minutes with a vibrating wand to edge Chloe. The goal is to drive the redhead to the brink of madness, to the point where every cell in her body is howling bloody murder.
Three hours pass, which feel like twelve to Chloe, when Beca returns with a dildo and harness. She removes the ball gag. “Look. Our little doctor slut is frenzied with need.”
Chloe stares at the cameras and then at Beca with animalistic fire like she’s the alpha bitch issuing a challenge to her kingdom. A challenge to ruin her, break her will and fuck her like a goddess. Her red hair is wild and ruffled, and her muscles are bulging . Her eyes are wide like an owl. She’s furious because so far Beca hasn’t lived up to her promise to fuck the brat out of her.
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