Fallen Angel

Photography : Sergey Parishkov

Wings of servitude withered away, 

Burnt by courage in a stunning display. 

Pain so intense, I must endure; 

Afore lay freedom, my life secure.

Angel, without her power of flight.

Tragic! Others perceived my plight. 

Never again the rush of wind in my hair, 

On an errand in the service of another.

Fools! For though I was winged 

My fate in another's hand weighed. 

Poisoned gift, it was that I discarded 

I'm my own is all that I regarded.

Embers In Her Heart

Photography : Stefan Fuhrmann

     Katie arrived at the new plant in a cotton shirt, and a skirt that extended to her knees. A sensible choice given that the heat from the pilot plant back at the R&D had been intense and a full scale machine was bound to generate a lot more. 

     She was there to supervise the first run, observe the differences and make appropriate changes to the procedure. The foreman was an experienced man of about fifty and the rest of the crew were all men, in their twenties. She gave them all a cursory glance; they were all rugged village men, dressed up in bright new overalls, leather gloves and boots, and shiny yellow helmets. But it was the ten tons of engineered steel that effectively kept her attention. 

    The deafening hum of the machine drove all thoughts out of her head. It would require some getting used to. She kept close to the machine recording the data at regular intervals and relayed commands to the foreman who in turn bellowed it to the workers. But the proximity to the machine meant that she had to be near the naked heat transfer pipes as well. Sweat began to drench her shirt and it stuck to her skin exposing the line of her bra. Another thing she hadn't anticipated was that the machine leaked oil and had lubricant slathered in the all the odd places. She worked through it all not minding how dirty and greasy her shirt had become. She didn't mind it, at least until lunch. 

    When the crew broke for lunch, Katie decided that she needed a bath and a change of clothes, which she didn't have. The workers on the other hand knew their way around the machine and were all relatively clean, and not one of them had a speck of oil on his overall. While she was standing by the machine debating whether she ought to go into village and buy a spare set of clothes, one of the workers offered her, his shirt. It was too good an offer to pass up and she accepted it with a look of gratitude. 

     The shower room was not built with women in mind and so she locked up the entire wash room and started to strip. She could hear the laughter and chatter from the other side of the flimsy partition. She was used to the quiet privacy of her own house and found the presence of men very intrusive as if they were right there with her, watching her naked form, touching themselves. Katie shook her head to clear away the errant image from her mind and turned on the shower, the patter drowned out the voices. She began scrubbing herself; it surprised her how the dirt had got into impossible crevices of her body. It was the probably the sweat that carried it, she reasoned. As she lathered soap onto her skin another image invaded her pretty head, the rough hands of the men outside, caressing and groping her. She banished that thought. It was not her, she chided herself. They were not her type. Not even close. 

     She dried herself and took the shirt she was given and she smelled it out of habit. She loved the smell of the flower scented detergent on her freshly laundered clothes. This one smelled mildly of sweat and cigarettes. She refocused her thoughts on the new machine; it ought to offer enough distraction. She took heart that she’d only have to endure this till the new workers were all well trained in the process, after which she would be back in the head office, tinkering with the pilot machine, trying to fine tune the process even further. She just had to hold out till the evening. 

* 

     The trial run of the plant was successful. Of course there were a few glitches but nothing unanticipated or irreparable. Everyone left to celebrate in the small office. Katie was elated too but not too much. The glitches still needed to be sorted out and she needed to think. She walked out of the factory floor and into the cold November night. She was in that zone where nothing mattered except the thoughts in her head. She barely noticed the cloudless night robbing her body of its heat. 

     She wandered aimlessly on the factory grounds, visualising the various options that she could adopt to rectify the problems with the trial run. It was then she noticed a noise, sounds of scraping and hissing. It had a rhythm to it that interrupted her thoughts. She looked up from the ground and saw that she was at the plant's boiler room; it was set further away from the production area for safety reasons. The sounds were coming from inside it. She went in to investigate. 

     The instant she stepped inside the dimly lit room, the wonderful heat from the boiler it her. She gasped at the ethereal embrace. It reminded her how cold she really was. There was a man there, she didn’t know his name and didn’t care to either. He looked like the kind that switched jobs every month. He was shovelling the ash and embers out of the kiln and into a steaming bucket of water. The boiler was always the last thing in a plant to be shut down since the thermo-conductive oil required more than an hour to cool down. She told him to stand aside. He stopped shovelling and stood back, leaning on the shovel, without a word. She stepped closer to the boiler. The embers were still simmering inside the furnace. They were like broken pieces of a star, glowing and twinkling in orange, then crimson, sometimes white, in the dark furnace. 

     She stood there for a long time, soaking in the heat, staring at the hypnotic play of the embers. And she never remembered taking a step forward, towards the winking embers but a thick, gloved arm encircled her waist and pulled her back. 

     'Whoa, there!' 

     It was the worker. She crashed back into him just as the shovel hit the floor with a clang. His body was warm from all the long hours spent feeding the greedy furnace; the heat diffused into her relatively cold back and thighs. She leaned into him, trying to make the most of the contact, greedier than the furnace. The lowly worker's hand, the one that was around her waist edged up to cup her breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze. The heat from his gloved hand went straight into her nipple. Between him and the embers, she lost all sense of self. Arching her neck back, she kissed him. He had a week-old stubble that pricked her cheeks. He tasted of burnt wood laced with nicotine. She lingered in that kiss, not knowing for how long but she later guessed that it had lasted for quite some time since her borrowed shirt was crumpled from all the attention her breasts received the whole time. 

     She broke the kiss. He stepped back. She didn't even turn around to see his face and she didn’t remember it later on either. The moment was there and she savoured it; it was instinctive. But that would never happen again, she promised herself, at least not when she was totally aware. Besides, it wasn't her, she reminded herself; she would never go for the gritty kind. A silver of the indoctrinated guilt twanged. She drowned it by immersing herself back into the problems of trial run. She walked back out into the cold night, and he went back to shovelling ash out of the furnace.

  

***

Control

   Katie saw the sleek, black crop laid casually across her mistress' lap. A smile tugged at her lips and her eyes lit up. It was that time again. Her mistress pulled down her tights with the crook of her thumb, just so that it revealed the top of her golden bush. Katie lurched forward as if under a spell. But her mistress raised a finger in admonishment.

'You get to have this only if you are a good girl.'

   Katie knew the game too well. If left to her own devices, she'd have pounced on the woman and gratified herself all too soon. But that was why she was there : to rein in her blitz-y lust, to make it last longer. And so-

'Yes, ma'am', she replied with as much docility she could muster.

Day Break

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   Katie was awake but she did not want to open her eyes. She assumed that if she kept her eyes closed and stayed put she could pretend that she was still asleep and then maybe, just maybe it might come true. She lay there, not moving, not knowing how long she would have to wait till sleep took over but that did not happen; not before, not today and probably never.

   The bed soon got uncomfortable with her sweat gathering beneath her, heating up her body. She decided to risk opening her eyes. The room had no night lamps but she could make out the table, the computer, the shelves, and the discarded clothes on the bed, in the dim light that filtered in through the shades that blocked out the corridor bulb. As far as her sleep deprived brain could process it was not time for dawn yet. With mounting dread, she reached for her mobile and brought the homescreen up. The mobile lit up and scared away what sleep that might have lingered behind her eyelids. She blinked a few times to get used to the bright light. 

3:12 am

Fuck!

   She stopped pretending to be asleep and remembered the thing that jolted her awake in the first place - the story. She switched to the evernote app and quickly typed out everything about the dream before she forgot any details. The dream had been wonderful and rich but on screen, the words seemed like garbage. Disgusted with herself she set the phone aside on the bed and tried to get back to sleep; it was a futile effort, she knew that from past experience. 

   There was a way though, one that worked, at times. She slid her hands down and rubbed her vulva, over the pajamas, for a while, setting the mood right and then she slipped her hand into her panties. 

   The nether lips were wet and ready. She laved the moisture over her nub and stimulated it fast. Her wrist ached with the effort but she persisted and was rewarded with an intense orgasm. She felt relaxed and she sank into the mattress expecting sleep to wash over her but thoughts invaded and kept her wide awake. So, she tried again; the second orgasm was much quicker but did not have the same level of satisfaction. Then a third, it left her a bit sore and dry but there was no sign of sleep yet. She persisted for a fourth time, she conjured all the right images that made her wet and succeeded in extracting an orgasm just as intense as the first one but the mind latched on to that torrent and refused to let go.

   Frustrated, she reached for her mobile again : 4.23 am She tried to convince herself without much luck that she had been asleep the past hour and that brought the total sleep time to a healthy five-ish.

   Thus the day began for Katie, like so many other.

How I Became A Sex Guru : 6

 

     Work tended to be a bit tedious at times. But having a writer for a girlfriend was a great way to beat the ennui. Jane was working on her first novel: a high fantasy about a young power-hungry wizard. She also wrote smu... er... erotica on the side. She sexted me at work whenever she wanted some inspiration or just some fun. The thought that everyone around me was oblivious to the things going on around inside my head was such a turn on. I often had to hide a raging hard-on by strapping my erect dick to my abs with the elastic of my underwear. 

     One day Jane went a step further and asked me conceal something more tangible than thought. She presented me with a smooth polished steel butt-plug. The egg shaped dome lodged itself pretty snug inside me.

     

     The ride on the bus felt good with all the vibrations, although, I must admit that I was really worried about bumps on the road. The morning went well enough - I was sequestered at my desk doing a bit of paper work for a consignment. But around noon things got a bit uncomfortable. The plug made me feel like I was at the verge and I had to skip lunch. And then post noon, I had to endure the sensation that it was about to slip out; it made me anxious. 

     I was so lost in my world that I didn't consider that I might be acting weird. There was a meeting to attend later on and I definitely needed to get it out of my butt. So I waddled to the privacy of restroom. Just as I was about to get in, an older colleague caught up with me.

'How long?' His tone was sympathetic.

'Er...'

'Nothin' to be shy about.'

'Since..um ..this morning. Was it that obvious?' I was mildly surprised that he took it calmly.

'Been there.'

'Oh...wow! Really? I would have never guessed.'

'Yup. The stress gets ta you after a while. Here take this.'

'What's this? Lube?'

'Nah. It's a local anesthetic gel. What do ya need a lube for?'

'What's the local for?'

'The hemorrhoids of course.'

'Um... Yeah.. The hemorrhoids.. Yes...Thank you.'

'Anytime. And visit a doctor before it develops inta piles. Nasty thing.'

'Sure. Will do.' And that was the last time I went to work with a butt plug. Cock rings were a different matter though. 

(to be continued..) 

That Instant

He slid into her, stretching her walls, filling her up. It felt good, way too good.

He leaned forward on top of her, fully lodged inside her as he was; his pubic bone came to rest on top of her sensitive clitoris and at that instant she truly felt him.



Power Play

Down on my knees

Between your thighs;

My desire to please

And to feed off your sighs.

I suckle your thumb

And give you a taste.

Your mind goes numb

As I proceed without haste.

I seek out the prize, 

Inching ever closer, 

And look into your eyes;

Your breathing ever faster.

A caress, a breath, a lick; 

Gasps escape your throat.

Deeper 'n tighter into the slick;

In delirium you float.

A change of power -

What a heady rush!

The cycle of pleasure -

Now, my sweet - Hush!

Pleasure Highway

Up close, it was chaos
Step back and it's art;

A truly deviant design 

Conceived by your mind; 

A highway of pleasure - that :

Snaked around the hills,

Flowed with the curves,

Interlaced at intervals,

Knotted above the nub,

Plunged into the valley.

Marking every territory,

Not an inch left untouched 

Even my soul immortal.

Domination

Photographer : Mikaella Speranskaya 

    My thoughts focused with an inhuman clarity. I realised what I wanted and I knew how to take it. The intellect took over.

    It orchestrated the fluid movements of my body; discarding my clothes, disrobing her body, controlling her actions, drawing out the pleasure, time and time again, until not an inch of flesh remained that didn't ache with sweet exertion. 

Erotic Snippets

How I Became a Sex Guru : 5

College education came at a steep price for me, my dad's disapproval. But Donna made sure I got into college and I wasn't gonna throw that away on cheap thrills. I had my eyes on the prize, a career in the burgeoning pharma industry. So I sequestered myself in the library for the better part of my college life, pouring over books and jotting down notes. 

It was there I met her, Jane, a English major who frequented the library just as much as I did. She wanted to be a writer. High fantasy was her genre. But she also had a secret stash of erotic stories written. They weren't half bad but she felt they lacked a certain authenticity since she was technically a virgin at that time. She had never got past the making out and petting stage with her boyfriends. I on the other hand was more than qualified in straight sexual encounters. So I offered to fill in the portions which she felt were lacking.  

Any spare time I got, I spent it with her. We mostly talked about her sex stories, thinking up elaborate scenarios, fleshing out the sex scenes and stuff. All that talk about sex was just us flirting around that point, spiralling slowly but inevitably towards it. And it finally happened.

Our sex talk soon turned to scenarios involving real people. She would point out to a random person either guy or a gal and ask me to come up with a strategy to seduce them. And she actually took notes, serious notes in really neat handwriting. 

One day we were alone in the library and so we were bit louder than usual. She challenged me to think of a scenario involving the librarian. I was in full swing when...  

'What is it that you'd do to me?' The librarian was right behind us and she snatched Jane's little note book and began to read out aloud the portion involving her. 

My heart stopped. The chill that rose up from my spine froze my entire body.

Bye bye college. Good bye career. It was nice knowing you both even if it were only for a short while.

Jane on the other hand was shivering like a leaf in a storm. 

'Hmm... Really? Show me.'

'I..I'm so..sor... Wait, what?' 

I turned around to see a devious smirk on the forty something spinster's face.

'Show me!'

The warmth of his strong hands seeps through my sheer and into my skin. What better way to start a cold morning? 

Erotic Snippets 

You can devour me with your eyes all you want but it means nothing to me. I want you to act upon your intentions. Stalk me like the lion you are. Mark me with your bite. Claim me as your own. I will not disappoint.

Erotic Snippets

Some storms brew within our body, slowly and silently. It gives only subtle hints to its presence at first- half a hiss, a sharp gasp, a little wiggle... It grows, gaining momentum and building pressure. Every muscle wound tighter and tighter. And without warning it strikes, unleashing havoc. And in its wake it leaves a tingle that makes the body glow.

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The sounds of soft laughter and small talk diffuse into the kitchen. There are many out there in the living room. I can hear some women too. I take a swig from the bottle to settle my nerves. It was just a bedroom fantasy. But you have made it real. I shore up my courage with another swig and walk out the kitchen door, ready to serve the guests.

Erotic Snippets 

The mere sound of your voice triggers my arousal. Your instructions are plain and clear. I surrender my body over to you. You paint a sensual picture in my mind with your commands and my body responds all on its own.

EroticSnippets

Fiery. How nicely that one word captures your essence! You are fire - crystallised and encased in a mortal trapping. It is apt that you are in female form.

Erotic Snippets 

My mind isn't clear

It's full instead and racing

With thoughts about you

Your touch and

Where it may lead

Erotic Snippets 



Your kiss sent liquid fire coursing through my veins, burning me from the inside out

Erotic Snippets 

I listen entranced by the notes that you hit. The sounds your fingers elicit from the piano, bend to your will and are transformed into such soulful music. I wait for you to work that same magic on me.

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I sit deep into the night, reminiscing the beautiful duet we had. You were wonderful, making sure I that was thoroughly satisfied. But I am such a wanton creature. Enough is never enough. As the clock ticks away my need builds up until I will no longer be able to bear it. But I will not disturb your peaceful slumber, at least not yet. 

Erotic Snippets 

I was left stunned, aroused and aching as I watched the two of you, my best friends, display your passion for each other. I was not sure if I was even welcome there as you took your relationship to a whole another level. Just as I was about to leave and give you your privacy, you both turned to face me. I froze there. Your eyes said it all. 

Erotic Snippets



Their passion hit me hard. I know that they are mere characters spawned from the writer's imagination. But the effect they have on me is undeniably real. And as they went higher and higher, so did I.

Erotic Snippets

How I Became a Sex Guru : 4

The best part of my teenage was dominated by puberty - pimples and growth spurts. It wasn’t pretty. So I withdrew from the social scene and immersed myself in books. Actually I fell in love with them. So for the best part of four years, I had limited social contact. Gwen was one of the few girls who kept in touch with me. I was a bit envious of her. When her puberty hit, she lost her virginity as soon as possible. I was still a virgin, well technically a virgin. So once all the acne and the residual scars cleared up and my lean frame took shape, I got my confidence back.

I was discussing the issue of my virginity with Gwen one day -

‘I could help you with that’, she answered immediately.

‘Really? Who do you’ve in mind?’

‘Me, duh!’

‘What’s the catch?’ As happy as I was I had learned to be wary around her a long time ago.

‘No, catch. I’ll pop ‘ur cherry.’

Somehow I always knew that Gwen would be the one to initiate me. We fixed that Sunday for the date. My house was the obvious choice; her second brother still intimidated me a little.

Sunday came and I nearly did too. I woke up with an extra hard morning board. I had to use all my willpower to keep my hands away from myself. In retrospect though, I should have jerked off once, or maybe twice.

Gwen arrived shortly after breakfast. My dad was already out with his friends. So it was just me, Donna and Lucy, my baby step-sister. After enduring some sly looks from Donna and dodging few of Lucy’s very innocent questions, the both of us made it upstairs to my room. My heart was hammering so hard by that time that I was sure that she could hear it.

One of Gwen’s strong points was that she was bossy. So she immediately took control and told me to strip. I fumbled out of my tee and jeans and stood with just my underwear on. She relieved me off the last bit of clothing with a smooth, practised tug. She then discarded her clothes, except for her bra and panties. I drank in her perfect from while she studied mine.

‘So, do we kick this off with some foreplay?’

‘Nah, lets do the penetration first.’

I wasn’t sure about that but, ‘Ok, you’re the boss.’

‘Yup, I’m the boss. Now bend over!’

And true to her word she took my virginity, both of them.

***
(to be cont.)

How I Became a Sex Guru : 3

When I was in my early teens, I went through a gay phase. Gwen, on the other hand was dating older boys. We were still friends though, chatting all the way to school and meeting up at lunch and stuff.

There was this kid, Alan, a couple of years older than I was. We got to know each other through Gwen then boyfriend.

Alan knew tricks that made me seem like a toddler feeling his privates for the first time. There was this thing he did - he'd take my semi-hard dick (I was yet to encounter full blown puberty) in between his thumb and index just below the head, along with the foreskin and twirled it right and left. Man, that got me off in seconds. I was still having dry orgasms at that point. No pre cum to lubricate or gooey cum to clean up afterwards. Just the tingling sensation that suffused the general pelvic region and the lower abdomen. It left my body utterly relaxed. So anyway, Alan kept badgering me about having oral. It felt deliciously naughty but the thought of putting in my mouth the part that he uses to pee seemed gross at that time. So I decided to consult Donna.

Donna had quit her job at the stripping club a couple of years ago, about the time she married dad. And she got pregnant too. Luckily dad's trucking business peaked, after they laid that new highway.

I sprung the question on her one day when dad was away. She looked at me for a whole minute, her right hand supporting her late trimester belly.

'If you're gonna do oral, make sure that the other kid's clean and not smelly. Else you could get a throat infection', she croaked.

***
(to be cont.)

How I Became a Sex Guru - 1

My first encounter with sex was when I was five.

'Dad? What is sex?'

'Sex? Well um... It's um.. Hang on a sec. DONNA.'

'YEAH?'

'COULD YOU COME HERE FOR A SEC?'

My step-mom, then my dad's girlfriend, came into the living room, her hands powdered with flour. 

'Whatsup?'

'Junior just asked me 'bout sex.'

She giggled. 'What did ya tell 'im?'

'You kno' I'm not big on words. So I thought we oughta show 'im.'

And so dad undid his zipper. 

'Careful, suga'. I ain't wet.' 

'K hon.' He pulled out something long and hairy from his pants. He then lifted Donna's skirt and pointed. 

'See that. That there's called a pussy and this here's my junk. And I stick it in like this and start humpin' and that's sex.' 

I was hooked by then. I nodded my head slowly but only out of duty. In fact I was way more confused than before. I mean how was I supposed to fit all that into a small check box in the cub scouts' application form?

***
(to be cont.)

Three Little Kittens - 2

Winters' Kittens : Lily - Donna - Jane

Winters stepped back to admire her own handiwork. Lily was lying prone on the bench press and her legs and arms were tied to it's legs. Winters ran her fingers down the entire length of the prone girl's back.

'You look so yummy', she said to the bound girl. 'Donna, fetch the toys from my room, will you kitten?'

'Yes, m' Lady.'

Winters made Jane kneel in front of her, head resting on her thigh as she stroked the younger girl's hair lovingly.

'You know, Jane?  Lily's about to get punished for her mischief. How do you think I oughta punish her?'

Jane looked up into her eyes seeking an easy answer but Winters wasn't going to play nice. She slapped the girl, 'You need to answer me when I ask a question, pet.'

'How..however you see fit,  my Lady.'

'See? That wasn't so bad. She'll be punished and she'll beg for more when I'm done, won't you, Lily?'

'As you say, Lady Winters', Lily answered with a calm, steady voice but the sweat of anticipation was already trickling down the valley of her spine and it pooled in the two prominent dimples by her hips just above the butt.

Donna soon returned with a big box.

'What did you do, kitten? Raid the entire shelf? Set it down.' She rummaged through the box selecting a few choice items - a blue feeldoe, a wand, a white handled riding crop with a thin black strip of leather tongue, a blue ball gag and a bunch of silk handkerchiefs.

'Think, these ought to do. Jane, why don't you adorn her with the ornaments', she said pointing to the ball gag and the silk handkerchiefs. Jane timidly took them and crawled over to Lily. There was embarrassment and guilt in the girl's eyes. That can't be allowed. Guess, I'll have to give her the full treatment sometime soon.

She took one of the silk kerchiefs and the riding crop and stood behind the blindfolded and gagged, sensual blonde. She used the silk to wipe away the sweat at the base of Lily's spine and rubbed it between the tied up girl's legs and inhaled the aroma. A wicked smile played across Winters' lips. She caressed the creamy butt cheeks raising goosebumps that shimmered in the light. Lily's breathing intensified, each heave of her lungs swayed her feline back like a gentle wave. Winters own hunger grew by simply watching the woman totally at her mercy.

She sent out a whack, with the riding crop, onto to Lily's bottom. A muffled scream answered the strike which left a angry red welt, a mould of the offending instrument, across her cheeks. The gentle sway turned into a violent storm of shuddering.

Winters ran a soothing hand down the back, calming her lover, 'That, my dear, is what awaits you if you lose control.' She ordered Donna to fetch the wand.  

She spread the slick flesh that hid her clit and applied the wand directly over the neglected organ. Lily's back arched, trying to manoeuvre her body away from the titillating sensation, that the buzzing imparted. Winters anticipated it and she forced the bottom down onto the table and let the wand do its trick. The hand that kept her lover pinned down was privy to all the things that were going on inside Lily's body, the slightest of convulsion, the tiniest of spasm. all the sensations shooting up her spine. Winters knew Lily was nearly there and she withdrew, eliciting a wanton groan from the woman. Winters was more interested in the reaction that this small display evoked on Jane. The young girl was watching the performance entranced, her eyes focused on the myriad of pleasures that danced across Lily's face. That's right kitten, watch and want.

Winters used the riding crop to send a stinging slap to Lily's sex. The groan of pleasure morphed instantly into one of pain.

'You were nearly over the edge that time dear. And I've just begun to play.' She gave Lily a few seconds to catch her breath before resuming the sensual assault on her pussy again. She took her to the edge thrice after that, each time denying her and punishing her with the crop. Lily was literally floating in her own sweat, her body exhausted.

'Oh, come on, Lily. Is this the example you want to set for your sisters?'

Lily just panted hoarsely in reply. Her blonde hair bunched up into thick strands gelled together by her sweat.

'Jane, come take a look at this.'

The young girl came and stood beside Winters. 'Kneel, you'll get a better view.'

She pointed to the throbbing pussy in front of them, 'There, isn't that just beautiful? Go on. Touch it.'

Half mesmerised Jane reached out to touch Lily's inviting sex. The soft and timid touch relaxed the bound girl. Winters was amused and she egged the apprehensive girl on to taste the object of her desire. She could almost see the conflict raging inside the young girl's mind.

'She's my lover and that is why I want you to please her', she whispered into Jane's ear, breaking character.

Lily let a moan that conveyed her appreciation of Jane's pretty mouth on her sex.

'The rules still apply darlin'. You come and I punish. And Jane you don't have to take it easy dear. Feast your heart out.' Jane needed no further encouragement. She applied her tongue and lips to good use, almost free from the guilt that if she succeeded it could result in more pain for Lily. She pushed Lily closer and closer to the edge, teasing her labia and clit, intruding into her slit, sucking in the flesh wherever possible, she did everything she wanted to without resorting to her fingers. Winters sensed the tensing muscles on Lily's back. She was about to come and she wanted her to come for what she had in store next.

Winters saw the orchestra of muscles that coordinated the crescendo of the building orgasm, her own pussy quivered in sympathy. Jane was relentless. She didn't stop until, Lily was twitching and jerking against on the bench press table, straining against the ropes that bound her, the orgasm bursting out of her.

Jane stepped back with feeling happy and guilty.

'Oops. You came, dear.' Lily bit hard onto the ball gag, waiting for the searing flash of the riding crop on her soft bottom.

Donna was kneeling on the same spot where Winters had left her. That girl is a prize. 'Donna, bring the last toy.'

'As our good doctor here would tell you if she weren't gagged, Kegel exercises do wonders for your PC muscles. And one of the perks of having strong PC muscles is the ability to', she inserted the plug end of the feeldoe inside herself and stood proud, with her feet apart, to show the girls, 'retain this inside you without it slipping out.' She smiled wickedly at the girls before taking a wide stance in between Lily's spread legs. She caressed Lily's spent sex with the other end, rubbing it along the length of her pussy down to the puckered butt hole. I think I'll save that for another time.

Then without warning she pushed nearly two inches of the feeldoe into Lily's wet vagina. It squelched to a halt there. Lily's scream would have deafened them all had she not been gagged.

'There ain't a better way to break-in a new toy', she sneered at Lily. 'Now try to relax sweetie. It ain't all the way in, yet.'

She started to hump with deliberately slow strokes, trying to match Lily's pace. She gradually built up the pace and the depth until she was sure she was deeply entrenched. She bent over and supported herself by holding on to the sides of table beside Lily's chest. And each time she pushed in the ridges on curve stimulated her clit but not as well as she would have liked and she moved faster and faster trying to get that teasing stimulation. Lily held out well enough as she was bit desensitised from the recent orgasm. Winters went on with the heavy pounding for a little over five minutes before her guts and thighs started burning. She slowed down and rested for a moment on top of Lily.

'This really is harder than I thought', she whispered to Lily. 'No matter, I'll persevere.'

She caught hold of Lily's wet locks and yanked them back with one hand and with the other she reached around her legs to her clit. This time as she slid in and out, the feeldoe pressed tighter against her walls stimulating her and the ribs were better positioned to stimulate her clit. She rode Lily forcing her to come for a second time.

***

Winters slumped into her sofa panting for breath herself. Two's my limit. I need to work on my stamina a lot more often.

'Donna untie her and bring her over.' Both the girls helped untie Lily and they supported her weakened frame to Winters' sofa where was gently let down to sink to her knees.

'It's time you earned your mark, Lily.' She managed to say before she appeared weak and out of breath.

Lily stretched out her hand in front of her and caught hold of Winters' hips to pull herself up. Winters shrugged off Lily with a cruel laugh, 'Hands behind your back, pet.'

Lily was too exhausted to even rise up. She shouldn't have exercised if she had planned this. Winters slapped her twice but she knew Lily was a lost cause. It almost tortured Winters that she was so close and she couldn't get off. That feeldoe's strictly for the missionary. She pushed her hips to the edge of the sofa and found Lily's slightly parted lips. She forced herself onto her lover's mouth and used her to get off. Lily received a mouthful of Winters' long pending orgasm and collapsed to the floor.

There. That's done. And try not to 'lose' the next collar I give you, Lily', she said to the barely concious woman.

'Jane, take her to my room and give her a bottle of electrolyte. Donna, clear up here.' Winters took a long drink from the water cooler and went to her bedroom. Lily was lying on the bed and Jane was helping her drink up a bottle of Gaterode.

'I'll see to that Jane. Go take a shower with Donna and have some breakfast.'  

Lily was lying on her side. Winters helped her finish the electrolyte and turned her onto her back. She slid down and kissed the red mark. Lily winced a little but she didn't protest. Winters licked the welt along the entire length.

'Stop teasing and get me the lotion', Lily muttered.

'You amaze me girl. Anyone else would've been spreadin' their legs apart for me to taste them.' She climbed out of the bed and fetched the soothing lotion and squeezed a liberal portion on to Lily's butt. Lily gave a purr with pleasure.

'So are you finally going to tell me what that was really about?'

Lily gave Winters a long look, 'Teach me how to be a Dominatrix.'

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