Lesbian Dominatrix: Girl on Girl Domination and Submission

Copyright © 2015 by, Tara Cummings

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Excerpt:

… She stood back and moved her cane in a crisscross pattern over my butt.

Slap. Slap, slap.

I arched up on my toes and leaned back against the chains and groaned. Noises were permitted, words were not unless Wendy asked a direct question or my safe word was needed. She set her cane to the side and picked up the butt plug. She slathered a generous amount of lubricant over it before standing behind me, her body flush with mine. I could practically see the heat waves between us.

Standing there, against me, for a few seconds, Wendy concentrated on her breathing and the feel of my skin against hers.

She used the nail of one hand to caress my ear while she whispered. “Preparation is everything.”

Using slow, steady pressure she eased the plug into place. My legs trembled and my knees dipped as much as they could from the restraining chains…

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Wendy dimmed the lights and turned on some soft music. Picking up her cane, she ran one finger lightly along its length. Gripping the delicately designed handle. She admired the tool. It was her favorite.

With a hand-grip of colorful, woven rubber in a geometric pattern, the shaft was long, flexible and made a delightful whoosh when whipped through the air. The sound of it connecting with an ass was sheer music, better than any symphony could produce.

I enjoyed it as well.

It was me who stood before her now. She had preferred to begin a session with me standing naked and vulnerable. I wore wrist cuffs, arms spread wide and secured by chains anchored to opposite walls. Other than the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, collar, and chastity harness my body was pleasantly naked and waiting to serve and amuse her.

She took a deep breath and focused on her feelings. She was well aware of what she wanted and how to attain that prize. My pussy was warm and wet, a constant reminder of the pleasures I would soon have. I loved that feeling.

Stepping forward, she used the end of the cane to tap against my shoulder blades. My spine straightened and my body tensed ever so slightly. I was a nice looking girl, a secretary who was as in shape as a woman who played tennis three times a week would be. I was Wendy’s perfect type.

The minute she was close enough to feel the heat of my body a ripple ran through my back from shoulders to ass. She skimmed the cane handle over my outstretched arms and admired how my tanned skin, slightly wet with a sheen of sweat, reflected the lower lighting.

Thinking about the complete control Wendy wielded over me made her nipples harden and her breath quicken. Today was my birthday and I made a few special requests which Wendy was willing to honor. We had decided on using this nicely appointed dungeon room of a local BDSM club for our ‘celebration’.

“The customary safe word?” Wendy asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered immediately. She ran the tip of the cane down my spine and smiled when I exhaled a soft, “Hell, yeah.”

“Already?” A quick flick of Wendy’s wrist and the cane snapped forward with a lyrical whistle and slapped across my ass cheek. Small ripples worked through my flesh from the point of impact. I sucked in a quick breath and Wendy watched the muscles in my ass tense then relax.

She stood back and moved her cane in a crisscross pattern over my butt.

Slap. Slap, slap.

I arched up on my toes and leaned back against the chains and groaned. Noises were permitted, words were not unless Wendy asked a direct question or my safe word was needed. She set her cane to the side and picked up the butt plug. She slathered a generous amount of lubricant over it before standing behind me, her body flush with mine. I could practically see the heat waves between us.

Standing there, against me, for a few seconds, Wendy concentrated on her breathing and the feel of my skin against hers.

She used the nail of one hand to caress my ear while she whispered. “Preparation is everything.”

Using slow, steady pressure she eased the plug into place. My legs trembled and my knees dipped as much as they could from the restraining chains. Wendy brushed her lips over the back of my neck, quickening my breath. I let out a girlish whimper as she eased the plug up into me. The chains rattled as a small shiver prickled down the back of my legs.

Backing up, she took her cane in hand and smacked my ass cheek twice, then my other before standing back and admiring her work. There was a lovely pattern of thin, red lines over my soft skin. She put the cane between her teeth and pulled a strap between my legs and fastened it to the waistband of the chastity belt. There was a round piece of leather that pressed between my cheeks and provided constant pressure to the plug.

She sauntered around to face me with a smirk. She took the end of the cane handle and used it against the underside of my chin to raise my head enough to look directly at her. Running the cane handle lightly down my body then back up again caused the muscles of my abs to quiver and my breath to quicken. My naked tits heaved up and down with my fast breath.

She grinned as she watched my body tense.

She forced my legs apart with quick, well placed hits on the inside of my thighs. Once I was in the position she wanted Wendy took a minute to stand back and take in the view.

Dark long hair, high cheek bones, and bright blue eyes—I was her favorite.

Setting the cane down, Wendy moved closer and placed her hand over my wet pussy lips. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she teasingly dipped the tip of her finger inside my opening. Then, as quickly as she had placed her hand, she took it away and left me wanting.

Everything about me was under her complete control. I couldn’t move unless she allowed it and I wouldn’t cum until she wanted me to.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked innocently.

The corners of my mouth turned up and my eyes twinkled. “No.”

“Good.” Wendy released the chains one at a time and moved my arms so the cuffs were buckled to the sides of my belt. She breathed in deep. The smell of leather mixed with her aroma tickled the back of my nose. She had that mix of arousal and a sweet woman scent to her. It was intoxicating.

Wendy snapped her fingers and I dropped to my knees beside her. While I wore leather, Wendy preferred lace and prettier things. Her dark green, silky bra and panties were complimented by a see through, matching green negligee. She thought the color went well with her dark, strawberry blonde hair.

Taking her cane in hand again, she padded across the room and settled in the large, round chenille chair.

“Heel,” She said and rested the cane across her knees.

I scurried on my knees towards her. When I was close enough she used the rattan end of the cane to rub ever so lightly along the cleft of my pussy, parting my lips and brushing around my clit. I shuddered, my hips jerked back and forth and I gasped.

She slid down on the chair until she was stretched across it, head resting against the back and her legs extended on either side of me. Another snap of her fingers and I looked up at her. Using only two fingertips she moved her negligee aside and eased the straps of her bra away from her shoulders.

Putting one finger in her mouth she wetted it then used that finger to make small circles around one of her nipples. She let out a small, breathy moan. I licked my lips, my gaze following her every move. She crooked the finger of her other hand at me. I had to shimmy along on my knees until my chest pressed to her crotch. Moving her hips she wiggled against me for a few seconds then took my head in her hands.

With her guidance my mouth found one of her nipples. My tongue twirled around it a few times as a hot and heavy breath exhaled from my lungs, peaking her nipple more erect. I pushed my tongue down against her tit before I started to suckle.

Wendy relaxed back in the chair with a long groan. “God, it’s been too long.”

Fingers threading through my hair, she held me in place. The sweet sensation coursed out from her nipple and blazed a path right to her pussy. She forced my head to the side and I repeated my movements on her other breast. Moving her hips in slow motion Wendy used my stomach for friction against her wet pussy and tender inner thighs.

Kicking one leg up and hooking it around my neck, she moved her hands to my shoulders and shoved me away. Licking gently, I ran my tongue over her ribs and along her belly, leaving a wet trail to cool in the air. I circled her belly button before inching farther down.

“Oh, yes.” Wendy pulled her panties off. Without missing a beat I, being the well trained sub that I was, took her underwear in my teeth and finished the job for her. I quickly flicked my head like a dog and tossed them to the side.

I sat back on my heels and waited, breasts heaving up and down in anticipation. Wendy moved her hips slowly, smiling at how I watched, seemingly fascinated and riveted to her every move. She put one finger in her mouth again and slowly pulled it out again. Spreading her legs farther she used her wet finger to rub circles in the soft folds around her clit, smiling when I shifted on my knees with eager excitement.

She sat up far enough to hook a finger under my chin and guide me to her. I pressed light, gentle kisses to the flesh just above her hips, moving back and forth, inching ever lower. I knew what Wendy liked and if I performed admirably I would be rewarded. I sucked lightly on her inner thigh with playful nibbles of my teeth.

Wendy moaned. Her hands gripped the side of the chair. She arched up against me with breath knotting in her throat. The tip of my tongue skimmed the top line of her trimmed pubic hair before I used my teeth to very gently rake over her inner thigh, first the left then the right.

Licking and sucking I worked my way back up her body, making her shiver and groan. Using my tongue, broad and flat, I caressed her neck, my warm body pressing down on hers. Wendy wrapped one hand around my shoulders and used her legs to hold me close.

“Since it’s your birthday, I require two before I’ll think of rewarding you,” Wendy whispered.

I exhaled a long, loud breathe and settled on my knees between Wendy’s legs. My nose moved through the hair above her wet slit before my tongue pushed between her outer lips, moving in even, and heavy strokes.

I timed the movements of my tongue with Wendy’s breathing and she loved the way I would curl my tongue against her. She didn’t try to stop how her hips moved up and down in a slow, deliberate motion.

Turning my head, I nipped at her thigh, kissing the spot where my teeth had just been and nipped again. Wendy’s breathing came fast and deep, her breasts heaving in the air.

“Oh, fuck yes, that’s
good
,” Wendy panted.

I shifted my weight and repositioned myself. My breathing was deepening and my hips jerked forward repeatedly. Wendy giggled softly and used one foot to move me back a few inches more. She used her toes to tease against my wet pussy until my breath stuttered. Shivering, I let out a deep moan shifting in place from one knee to the other.

Wendy reached for her cane, and slapped it over my ass a few times. The sound of the cane against my soft cheeks sent tingles through her nipples down to her warm, wet groin. She moved her leg so it was around my neck again and tugged me forward.

I blew soft breath against her inner thighs. The moisture combined with the movement of air and caused goosebumps to rise. I kissed a direct line to her waiting pussy. A nudge of her heel against the back of my neck and I covered her with my mouth. I shoved my tongue deep into her wet slit, moving slowly at first. It didn’t take long before I sucked with more urgency, pushed my tongue in farther, pulled it back out again and sucked some more.

The heat rose steadily, Wendy felt a flush work over her chest, through her abdomen and eventually it engulfed her groin. She shoved her hips closer to me, trying to stuff her pussy completely against my mouth. Her body sought out what it craved, the feel of my tongue hitting all the good spots.