Lesbian Dominatrix: Girl on Girl Domination and Submission (3 page)

Still panting, her own breath coming in short bursts, Wendy remembered it was my birthday after all. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Cum, darling.”

She took the cane from my mouth and tossed it to the side. My thighs tensed so tightly I thought they might snap. I shouted and shoved my hips upward, grinding the vibrations against my clit.

“Oh, yeah,” Wendy said and sat straighter. She ground down against the harness, working the head of the cock as deep as it would go. A barreling moan escaped my chest as she reached for the nipple clamps, turning and twisting in time with my powerful orgasm.

My hips lurched up a bit as I jabbed the head of my dildo deep. Waves of pleasure rolled down my legs and curled my toes. Wendy shimmied side to side. Euphoric sparks went through her for a few beats then slowed to a pleasant, warm fullness.

My body slowly relaxed. We were both covered with a fine sheen of sweat causing the vanilla scent to swirl around us. I gulped in huge leisurely breaths, moaning and shivering when Wendy removed the nipple clamps. She watched as my chest and abs quivered, small tremors running in uneven waves for a few minutes more.

She unclamped the collar around my neck before she eased off the strap on cock and ran one finger down my sweaty skin.

“I’m not quite finished with you.”

I grinned, I knew what was coming. She released my ankle restraints with a wink. Bending my knees she pushed my legs up and against my body.

She grasped the end of the butt plug in two fingers, pulled it partway out before pushing it back in slowly, giving a few twists in the process. I groaned. I still couldn’t move very much in this position, but I loved that and it would make my experience even more intense. Wendy continued until I was left in a wordless heap.

She released the wrist restraints before removing the plug. She handed me the bowl and wash cloth.

“Clean yourself.” She left me to my task while she grabbed a quick shower. When she left the bathroom I was kneeling on the floor, hands clasped behind me, gaze downcast.

Wendy took a plastic chastity device in one hand and used the other to lift my head so I could look at her. “Stand.”

The clear, plastic device was fitted around my hips and onto my pussy. It would allow all my normal functions but no pleasure. She patted my shoulder.

“We’ll let that sit for a few days and then see if you can perform a bit better.” Wendy wound an arm around my neck and kissed me with a smile. “Do you like that idea?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” I was always so polite. I never forgot to thank her.

A bouquet of roses would be waiting for her at work the next morning, I was thoughtful.

Mistress always deserved the best.

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