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“Come to Study Hall C. it’s completely empty.”
Akira stared at the text and felt her heart skip a beat. Both from nerves and excitement. She pocketed her phone and took the elevator up three floors up, sneakily making her way to the empty study hall. Although the sign posted said the room was closed for the day, it was unlocked. Akira hesitantly opened the door and willingly walked in.
Inside was Alessandra, ‘Lance’ as she preferred to be called. She’s Akira’s roommate, domme, and girlfriend. She was sitting at a table, giving Akira a sly smile that sent shivers down her spine and made her groin suddenly slick. Without a word, Akira approached Lance and kneeled before her.
“Nope, uh uh. We’re not doing any of that today, Sweetness.” Lance wagged her finger and clicked her tongue. Lance hauled Akira up to her feet and unfastened her pants. She couldn’t help but playfully scoff at the sight. “What a slut.”
Akira was not only without any sort of underwear, but she was cleanly shaven which gave Lance a clear look at her flush pink mound and her clit still hiding under its hood. Lance lightly ran her fingers over the bare span of skin and smile when she saw Akira press her legs together and shiver, no doubt holding herself back.
“Off.” Lance ordered coldly. Like a good dog, Akira toed off her boots and pulled her pants completely off. Even though it was only them in the study hall, Akira felt like there were hundreds of eyes on her. She wanted to cover herself so badly to hide her shame, but she kept her clenched fists to her sides. Akira knew first hand what would happen if she covered up.
“Oh, what a good girl. You remembered.” Lance stood up and kissed Akira sweetly on the cheek as her sub’s heart skipped a beat from the brief praise.
But her heart skipped a beat for another reason. She watched Lance big into her book bag and pull out an all too familiar item. “You’re still a dirty slut, though.”
Lance uncapped the marker and knelt down until her face was parallel to Akira’s pussy. Two less than gentle taps on Akira’s legs and Akira was hesitantly yet obediently spreading her legs. The cool air caressed her slick pussy and she had to force herself not to get too wet from just the sensation.
“Look at you! Your cunt is already twitching and I haven’t even done anything yet!” Lance laughed and poked at Akira’s protruding clit. Not even waiting for a response, Lance pressed the felt tip of the marker and began writing.
On Akira’s left inner thigh Lance wrote “Exhibitionist”, “Sub Slut”, and “Fuck me raw” with an arrow pointing to her pussy. On her right inner thigh “Always wet”, “Horny slut”, and “Sex slave” were scrawled. Just above her mound, Lance pressed the marker in a bit harder and wrote “Property of Alessandra McClain” and a heart next to it.
“Chest, slut.” Lance stood up and whispered in Akira’s ear. Akira did as she was told and pulled her hoodie over her tits. Lance gave Akira a familiar look and without a single word, Akira removed her hoodie and sports bra to exposed her less than ample chest.
Again, Lance began writing degrading words onto Akira’s body. Lance hummed contently as she drew hearts around Akira’s stiffening nipples along with writing “dumb bitch”, “make them hurt”, “masochist whore” and “Submissive” all over her chest and stomach.
“It must be sooo agonizing. Not being able to cum while Mommy is making you feel good. You like it don’t you? Being exposed like this? Where anyone could see you? Naked and labeled with ink like the little bitch you are? You want to get off, don’t you Akira? You wanna cum and you don’t care who sees you. It could be a total stranger walking in and you’d still shamelessly cum.” Lance flicked at Akira’s nipple and smiled at the response she got. She pulled, pinched, and twisted Akira’s hard nipples trying to get to to cry out more.
“N-no.” Akira meekly whispered.
“No?” Lance raised an eyebrow curiously.
“O-only Mommy. I…I only want Mommy to see me cum. I-I’m Mommy’s little slut.” Akira shyly pouted. Lance couldn’t help but smile at that statement and slapped Akira’s tits, surprising her sub and making her forget how to breathe for a second.
“Yes.” Lance hissed and pulled on Akira’s ripple ring harshly, “You are. You’re mine to own and so with however I want. And Mommy knows you’re a good baby girl who obeys my commands like a good little bitch.”
“Yes! Ah! I-I’m Mommy’s good little bitch! I-I belong to Mommy!!” Akira shook violently as the jolts of pain from her nipples spread deliciously throughout her body.
“You like it when it hurts, don’t you?” Lance panted and reeled her hand back. Akira let out a choked cry when Lance slapped her hard across her tits again. The sting of the slap only amplified her painful pleasure even more.
“Well? Answer me, you filthy whore!” Lance ordered and pulled at the silver ring that latched through Akira’s nipple.
“Ah! Argh!! Y-Yes! Yes, I like it when it hurts! Please hurt me more, Mommy!!” Akira wailed and tried desperately to fight off her orgasm.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Lance cooed and massaged Akira’s nipples gently. She leaned in and kissed Akira, but the kiss was more tongue than lips.
Akira was so overwhelmed with Lance’s teasing that it built up too much. One sloppy kiss and Akira’s whole body convulsed. She unconsciously pulled away from the kiss and gurgled out a broken moan as her pussy twitched and gushed, leaving behind a steady and slippery stream that ran down her legs. Dazed from her climax, Akira could barely register the felt tip of the marker dragging down her thigh.
“That’s one.” Lance licked the shell of her girlfriend’s ear, “I want at least three more out of you before we go home.”
“Th-three?!” Akira hiccuped.
“Three.” Lance repeated and forcefully turned Akira around and pressed her body until her pussy came into contact with the table corner. Akira winced at the contact with the cold hard surface and keened when Lance was pushing her further into it.
“What are you waiting for, an invitation?” Lance clicked her tongue impatiently and pulled away.
Akira hesitantly grabbed the edges of the table and rocked her hips. The pace was far too slow for Lance so she raised her hand and brought it down on Akira’s bubble butt. She was pleased to see a distinct red hand print on Akira’s milky white ass. Putting Akira’s pace on the back burner, Lance repeatedly slapped Akira’s ass. Red always look the best on her little slut.
“M-Mommy! P-please! It hurts.” Akira whined pitifully.
“So go harder on the table. Besides, you even said you like it when it hurts.” Lance sighed, annoyed with her sub’s complaints.
“B-but i-its embarrassing!” Akira whined again.
“So you want to disappoint me? Grind.” Lance ordered with one last harsh slap to Akira’s butt.
The thought of disappointing her mistress sent a wave of fear down Akira’s spine. Biting down on her lip, Akira rocked her hips harder against the table. Her whimpers, cries, and the sloppy sounds her pussy was making only echoed in the large empty room.
Lance pulled up a seat and smiled. She loved seeing how obedient her slutty girlfriend was and even though it was embarrassing and risky, Akira found pleasure in that sinful shame. She just didn’t like admitting it. Poor Akira was so lost in the building pleasure that she didn’t even notice the sound of Lance’s camera app clicking. When Akira began humping faster, Lance switched from photos to videos.
“Tell me, Sweetie. Does it feel good?” Lance cooed sweetly.
“Yes! ARGH! It f-feels sho good!” Akira babbled and yelped.
“What is it that makes it feel good? Go on, Puppy. Tell the camera what makes it feel so good?” Lance smiled behind the camera.
“P-Puppy ish an e-e-exhibitionist! A-and I’m-m humPING ohhhhh--humping my clit in school! M-my ass and ti-ities sting from Mommy’s slaps. B-but I like it when she slaps me! She says I’m extra pretty when my skin is all red with handprints!” Akira continued to babble through her teeth and grind harder than before.
“Humping your dirty little cunt in school? Where anyone could see? What a perverted little whore.” Lance dramatically gasped.
Lance got it all on film when Akira convulsed and keened after being called perverted. A clear pool began growing on the table and Akira slumped over trying to catch her breath. The recording stopped and Lance stood up to grab her bag. She stood behind Akira and gave her a gentle nudge.
“That’s one. Now lay back on the table and face me.” Lance ordered and pulled out a ruler from her bag before hiding behind her back.
Akira did as she was told. She crawled on top of the old table and laid back with her legs spread open. She didn’t know what Lance had but she trusted her. Lance leaned down and kissed Akira’s overstimulated clit. Akira sighed at the pleasure she was receiving and babbled gratitude to her domme. But her eyes widened when she saw the stiff wooden ruler and shuddered.
“Since my little bitch likes pain so much, I figure a good spanking would be a nice reward. After all, you looks drop dead gorgeous when your skin is all red from spanking.” Lance smiled and ran her fingers over Akira’s pale skin.
“God, look at you. Beautiful. You have the most perfect skin to mark up. So pale and smooth. The prettiest blue eyes, too. So blue, they’re almost purple. And they’re even prettier when there’s tears. Fuck, your body is perfect. Lean and toned, but soft in all the right places.” Lance emphasized Akira’s softer bits by grabbing and squeezing her cunt, earning herself a squeak and moan from her girlfriend. “Oh and your voice. Just hearing you talk gets me so hot and wet. You know, you almost made me cum a few times just from your moans and begging alone.”
“M-Mommy, please. Please spank me.” Akira panted and spread her pussy when Lance pulled away.
“Oh, my love, you know that’s not how we do things.” Lance tapped the ruler in her hand. Akira swallowed the lump in her throat and maneuvered herself so she was sitting on her knees with her back straight. “Now, Sweetums, are you of sound and sober mind to give or deny consent?”
“Yes, Madam.” Akira nodded her head.
“Do you understand that I will only go, slow down, or stop all together if you verbally let me know you are about to reach your limit?” Lance looked directly in Akira’s hazy lust addled eyes.
”Yes, Madam. I will verbally tell you if it’s too much or not enough.” Akira swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Do you feel safe with me and trust what I’m about to do to you?” Lance purred.
“Yes, Madam.” Akira panted, eager to get to the good part.
“Do you consent to me spanking your pussy and tits?” Lance watched Akira bite her lip in anticipation.
”Yes, Madam. I consent to you spanking my pussy and tits.”
“And you understand that no matter what the circumstance, you are in control. That if you want to stop, we stop. If you want to slow down, we slow down.”
“Yes, Madam. I am in control. I am allowed and expected to say stop, slow down, or go if need be.”
“How many spankings are you comfortable with, Akira? Be very specific.”
“Fifteen to my pussy, seven each to my tits, please.”
“Quite high today. Color?”
“Green.”
“Good girl.” Lance and Akira sealed the deal with a kiss. Akira laid back down and braced herself when she saw the ruler return to Lance’s hand.
At first, it was a few light taps near her knees. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to get her used to the growing impact. The tapping remained consistant, but they traveled higher. The closer the ruler got to Akira’s vulva, the harder the taps got. Her inner thighs began to bloom in the prettiest pink color. The dull edge of the ruler ran over Akira’s plump lips before dragging over her clit.
Akira gasped and flinched at the first hit. It didn’t hurt much, but it was definitely surprising. She knew it wasn’t worth a count. The second hit was a little harder. It made her flinch but Akira didn’t give a wince. But third time was the charm. It was a solid crack that forced a surprised scream out of Akira. The wood dragged over her stinging pussy as if it was trying to soothe her.
“One.” Akira let out with a shudder. The ruler was raised higher and the crack against her skin might as well be lightning. “Two.”
Slap for slap, hit for hit, Akira could barely keep up with the counts. Each slap hit a different part of her groin; one would hit closer to the left, another would hit closer to the right. Akira especially loved the hits where it landed directly on her clit that sent the most addicting pain straight to her core. By the seventh hit, Akira’s hips were in the air and she was howling in the uncontrollable pleasure. Her climax spilled all over the table that nearly made her slip, not that she really cared.
“That’s two orgasms down, one to go, my love.” Lance hummed and swatted at Akira’s left breast this time.
The hits to her chest were different. The hits sounded louder than the hits to her cunt, but they were also less painful pleasure. They hurt so much more, especially when Lance hit around the nipple. Akira could feel Lance holding back. Both of them knew spanking the breasts and genitals was risky and they had to be cautious, but the reward was definitely worth the risk. Lance spanked Akira at different angles and every time it pulled a beautiful song out of Akira. She writhed and squirmed with every hit and came harder than before when Lance alternated between her breasts and pussy. But by that point, Akira’s reward was finished. Fifteen spanks on her pussy, seven to each breast and a soaking wet ruler.
Lance wasn’t really complaining though. Akira laid on top of the table, still twitching and squirming from the masochistic high she was rewarded with. Her tits were covered in rectangular marks and her pussy was a little swollen and red, but no real damage done. If anything, the marks will fade away in a few hours.
“Color, Darling.” Lance ordered as she put away the ruler and grabbed the marker again. She dragged the tally marks next to the first ones before reaching into her bag again. This time pulling out a thrusting rabbit vibrator and a bullet vibrator.
“Green! Mommy, green!” Akira whined and emphasized her eagerness by rubbing her swollen clit.
“What an eager little thing you are. Now pose for me, Baby, and say cheese.” Lance pointed her phone at Akira.
“Cheese.” Akira gave her lover a pair of peace symbols and kept her legs spread, giving Lance a good look at her fucked out lover. Every time the camera snapped, Akira could feel her shame weigh more and more; in turn made her pussy wetter and wetter.
Once Lance was done with her impromptu photo shoot, she shimmied her panties off from under her skirt and inserted them past Akira’s lips. “Hang on to those for me, my love. I better not hear a peep out of you.”
Akira nodded her head and held Lance’s panties in her mouth. Just the taste of Lance’s wet panties almost made her moan out in pleasure. She was the one who made Lance wet and that just made Akira gush. Normally, Akira was good at keeping quiet. But when Lance got her hands on Akira, it was a completely different story. The way Lance touched and explored her body made it almost impossible to keep any semblance of control. It didn’t help that Lance was really good at knowing what Akira likes.
From ear to neck, neck to chest, and so on, Lance trailed coral colored kisses all the way down to Akira’s beaten cunt. Lance gave Akira’s sore clit a light lick and kiss before using her own fingers to spread her obedient slut’s lower lips. Such a lovely color. A healthy pink with warm redness from the spanking. Akira’s mound wasn’t usually free of hair like Lance’s was, so for Lance, it was an extra special prize.Lance kissed Akira’s smooth mound and paid extra attention to the little nicks on Akira’s sensitive skin before traveling down lower. Lance gave Akira’s painfully loved pussy a long slow lick before rubbing her slit with her fingers. One finger then slipped in and massaged the tight wet muscles inside, all while purposely missing her g-spot. When the muscles began to relax, Lance inserted another. This time she lovingly and tenderly stroked Akira’s g-spot, alternating her fingers to stroke that spongy mass until Akira pussy made more noise than her mouth.
Akira’s legs were getting twitchy and restless. Good. Lance pulled out her fingers and slipped in four, spreading them and stretching them wide. Akira clamped her hands over her mouth and tried to distract herself from screaming, but it didn’t stop the fervent and feral thrusts Lance was giving her. And all while Lance was thumbing her clit.
“God what a slut you are. A beautiful, incredible slut. Open you eyes, baby. That’s it. Good girl.” Lance purred and saw those pretty dark blue eyes glassy with tears. “Now keep them open and watch me make you cum.”
Akira gave a shaky nod and bit down on Lance’s panties so hard that she was pretty sure she had bitten through them. Those damn ocean blue eyes felt like they were piercing her soul. Akira’s face heated even more seeing Lance watch her fall apart even more than she’s already had. She wanted to look away. Hide her shame. But Lance’s eyes were hypnotic and Akira couldn’t pull her gaze away.
Just the feeling of Lance’s eyes boring holes into her very being made Akira’s toes curl so hard her knuckles popped and her hips convulse. With not even a whine (but a sore clenched jaw), Akira’s pussy spasm and seized up with her climax. Spurt after spurt of a thin clear fluid splashed all over the table and on Lance’s shirt as Akira gasped gnawed on her bottom lip. And Lance couldn’t be prouder.
She did it. Akira came three times just like Lance had commanded her to. Lance knew she could, too. And oh, what a pretty sight Akira was, too. Her eyes were unfocused and hazy, nearly rolled into the back of her head. Lance’s panties slipped from her gaping open mouth as she gulped down to get as much air into her lungs as she could. Her hair clung to her forehead; sweaty and wet. Her whole body shivered as her gaping pussy twitched and grasped around nothing but her slick leaking out of her. The last tally mark stood next to the others proudly.
Then instead of her own bag, Lance grabbed Akira’s. She dug around until she found her wallet and pulled out her student ID card. The plastic card had a terribly broody photo of Akira, a far opposite to the blissfully fucked silly expression on her girlfriend’s face now. Akira’s id card was placed on her mound just below her heaving belly and Lance took a step back to admire her handiwork.
She couldn’t resist. More photos are snapped of Akira in her post overstimulated haze. Eventually Akira did notice the glittery blue of Lance’s phone case and couldn’t help but give a dopey smile and a peace sign for her Mommy.
“How beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Breath taking.” Every compliment Lance gave, a gentle kiss was followed.
The ID card was stored away safety (because the price of replacing one was practically highway robbery) and Lance reached into her gym bag this time. Akira wasn’t sure if she was excited or scared when she saw the rabbit vibrator, egg vibrator, a jeweled butt plug, mini skirt, and a PPE facial mask slide along the table.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do, Pet. You’re going to wear these out of campus. No cumming allowed. And don’t let it fall out. Now, if you agree to this, you’ll tell me what color you’re at.” Lance explained and grabbed the tape dispenser from the other end of the table.
For a moment, Akira hesitated. She stared at the toys and felt a wave of slick leak out. The rabbit vibrator belonged to Lance. It was light purple in color and slimmer than Akira would have thought. The rabbit ears were detachable and in its place was a firm pad with little bumps on it and metal beads at the base. Akira remembered that the beads would rotate and the insertable part would thrust. There was a bit of fear involved in her decision making. Even though she was Lance’s slut, she didn’t want people to know she was a slut. But at the same time, Lance would be so proud of her.
“Green.” Akira sighed.
“Are you sure?” Lance asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, Mommy. It’s green.” Akira confirmed with a nod of her head.
Akira was given a kiss to her forehead and Lance spread Akira’s lower lips with one hand and eased the rabbit vibrator inside. Because Lance had stretched her more than necessary, Akira could barely grip the weighty toy. The vibrator came to life and instantly Akira keened as the toy thrust inside her. She gripped the toy as tight as she could while Lance taped the egg vibrator to her clit.
Lance turned Akira over and bent over before her perfectly round ass. She gave a kiss to each cheek before making Akira hold them apart. A tiny packet of lube from her pocket was ripped open with her teeth and spread all over the thick little bulb. With the remaining lube, Lance fingered Akira’s ass and was pleased to find it still a little loose from their morning romp. Akira hissed when the cold metal touched her overheated skin and a moan quickly followed as the toy glided in with little difficulty.
“Now get up and put on the skirt.” Lance stood up and snapped her fingers. Akira slid off the table and stood on wobbly legs. Even just bending over to pull the skirt up and Akira already felt the toy slip. The skirt was zipped up and Lance laughed in approval.
“Look how pretty my little slut is!” Lance held up her phone and Akira knew what she wanted. With shaking hands, Akira lifted her skirt and showed off her newly stuffed cunt. Lance gave Akira a sly smile and snapped more pictures for her collection.
Once that was all said and done, Lance took out an extra pair of panties from her gym bag and slipped them on before getting to work cleaning up the table and her girlfriend. She clicked her tongue seeing as she had to wiped away her lipstick off Akira’s neck.
“There. All clean.” Lance smiled and shoved Akira’s pants into her gym bag.
Without warning, Akira gasped and her knees buckled. She was now on the floor curling in on herself as the vibrations from the little egg came to life. Akira looked up and saw Lance’s phone in hand which she showed to the inky haired woman. The damn toy was controlled via an app.
“Come on, let’s go home. We have lots of work to do.” Lance’s grin stretched ear to ear. She helped Akira up to her feet and then pushed the toy deeper inside before taking her panties from earlier and pushing them past Akira’s lips. Once the facial mask covered Akira’s lower half of her face, Lance grabbed their bags and headed out the door, hand in hand.
Lance led them both to an elevator further away than the one Akira used earlier. She had explained that the one they were taking would directly take them to the parking garage. With every step they took, Akira struggled more to keep the toy inside as she and Lance walked down the hall. It didn’t make it any easier with how wet she still was. How was Lance keeping so calm in all this?!
They rounded the corner and saw Ryan and James. Ever the social butterfly, Lance waved to them and stopped to chat. They began talking about their day and groan over their class work along with the mountains of homework they had. Not like Akira was paying attention. Her only focus was to make sure the toy wouldn’t slip out and let the two men see it. There was no way she would live it down if James of all people saw it.
“...ra? Hey, Akira? You okay?” James looked at her with some concern.
“Yeah, you don’t look too good.” Ryan made note of her shivering form and flushed face.
“She hasn’t been feeling well all day. Overworked no thanks to Iverson and Sanda. You can’t imagine how long it took to convince her that she needs to go home and rest. She’s so stubborn, I swear.” Lance explained and gave a performance that James and Ryan believed.
“Oof, I know that feeling. Iverson loves to run us ragged. But you also got Sanda on your ass? Man, I don’t envy you. I hope you get better soon.” James waved.
“Yeah, take care of yourself. Thanks again for the notes, Lance.” Ryan waved and left with his roommate.
“You’re welcome. See you later.” Lance’s friendly smile stretched into a sly almost evil one. She cranked the egg vibrator as high as it will go. Akira let out a muffled cry and nearly buckled from the onslaught of pleasure. She could feel the dildo inside her slipping out and tried pressing her legs together to hold it in. Lance paid no mind to it even though she could see the end of the vibrator poking out from the skirt’s hem. She simply reminded Akira to hang on to it tightly and made their way to what Akira hoped was an empty elevator. And Thankfully, Akira’s wish came true.
The entire time in the elevator, Lance’s lips were right against her ear. She whispered praises and promises of what she plans on doing to her all while her fingers were poking and prodding the plug’s base. All Akira could do was stay quiet and work her kegel muscles to keep the heavy vibrator inside. They made it to the campus parking garage and Akira struggled to walk steadily. The stimulation and the fear from the toy made her as wobbly as a newborn fawn. Lance’s car was just a few meters away and yet it felt like miles. Akira clung on to Lance’s arm in a death grip and silently cursed Lance for taking slow methodical steps towards her car.
All Akira could think about is sitting in the car and relaxing her cramping kegel muscles, maybe Lance would even let her take out the panties in her mouth hidden behind the face mask. But no, Lance was taking her sweet precious time digging through her bag to find her keys. Akira nearly cried when Lance again took her time unlocking the car but when she did, Akira sighed in relief. But that relief made her slip up and she felt the toy slip another inch out of herself.
Lance didn’t immediately start the car when they were both inside. Rather, she waited for Akira to click in her seat belt before ripping off the face mask and pulling out the panties. Before Akira could even catch her breath, Lance held her face between her hands and assaulted her with sloppy kisses that were more tongue than lips.
“Fuck. What a good girl you were today. You obeyed every command and you did it so well. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you, Akira.” Lance panted against Akira’s lips before diving back in. And a bit of mercy (or not), Lance pushed the vibrator back inside Akira until no more could fit and eased the egg’s vibrations until it was nothing but a low and easy hum. They sat in the car for a little longer kissing and groping each other. Because of Lance’s untameable kisses, Akira couldn’t even beg her girlfriend to fuck her. At this point, Akira was so desperate and high on her own lust that she didn’t care who saw her getting fucking to kingdom come.
After some time, Lance finally pulled away, giving Akira a moment to breathe and beg to go home. She wanted Lance in their home, in their bed, and inside her properly. Lance obliged and started the car. Thankfully their apartment wasn’t too far from school and before you knew it, they were out of the car and climbing the steps to their unit. By the time Lance closed the door behind her, Akira was already on her knees, hugging Lance’s thighs, and her face was buried in Lance’s clothed crotch.
“You really that eager, Sweetie?” Lance cooed, watching with a satisfied smile as Akira dumbly nod her head against Lance’s crotch and still inhale the sweet musky scent that was her Mistress.
Lance grabbed a handful of hair and painfully pushed Akira away. She ordered her pet to close her eyes and present naked in the living room while she left for their bedroom. Akira made her way to her spot in the living room which was a large flattened red cushion that sat quite close to their window. Akira was glad their living room window faced a wooded area. Both she and Lance would hate to see anyone getting a free show without their permission. Getting the hoodie off was easy, but it was a little bit of a struggle getting her shirt and sports bra off her damp skin. But once she was naked, Akira took her place on the satin cushion and stood on her knees with her legs spread wide, her arms behind her back, her back arched, and her eyes closed. Just like Lance trained her.
She breathed heavily as she anxiously waited for Lance to return. After a while, Akira’s mind began to wander to the lewd image of Lance in the car. Her face hardly an inch from her own. Her cheeks flushed bright against that silky smooth bronze skin. Her lips swollen and shiny from their kiss and her coral pink lipstick smeared and smudged. And her eyes. Those mesmerizing ocean blue eyes were hazy and hungry for more.
Akira began fantasizing about all the mean and dirty things she would do to Lance given the opportunity. She was so deep in her fantasy she didn’t hear the click of Lance’s heels getting close and closer. Akira was only snapped out of her fantasies when Lance tilted her head up with her finger.
“Good girl.” Lance’s whisper of praise sent shivers down Akira’s spine. Akira forgot her mistress’s orders for a brief moment and opened her eyes. Upon looking at the beauty in front of her, Akira nearly came on the spot. It wasn’t much. Just a short satin robe in Lance’s favorite shade of blue, but Akira knew. Oh, she knew. She knew that underneath that plain satin robe was nothing at all. And judging from the way the robe was barely wrapped around Lance…
“Ah, ah, ah. No peeking, Puppy.” Lance kissed Akira’s eyelids and Akira obeyed her orders.
The sound of metal clinking together made Akira’s pussy tighten up and the vibrator slip just a little. She had to hold back her excitement as she could hear Lance moving behind her and wrapping something soft yet stiff around her ankles. Perfectly snug, just the way Keith likes it. Lance tapped Akira’s arms and Akira moved her hands to the front; presenting them like a dog sitting up. Lance slipped on the padded elbow length mitts over Akira’s limbs and buckled them shut. Then came a pair of pink fluffy husky dog ears that rested on top of Akira’s head.
Akira opened her eyes when Lance ordered her to and she was given a choice. “Do you want the harness? Or the clamps?” Lance dangled the two option in front of her pet.
The harness was pink and white and Akira loved the way it felt on her chest. Knowing Lance, the harness also came with a leash and the thought of being owned felt so good. That and being leashed to their bed while Lance fucks the living day lights out of her wasn’t a drawback either. Akira noticed the harness’s collar had a brand new tag on it. It was a white heart with pink lettering that read “Mommy’s Favorite Slut” and it made Akira want it that much more.
But then there were the clamps. Akira loved and adored having her small tits played with. Especially when they were abused. Lance liked it too. In fact, it was because of Lance that Akira finally got her nipples pierced within the first year of their relationship and Lance loved buying all sorts of nipple piercings for her. Of course, that wasn’t the only things Lance bought for Akira’s perfect pink tits.
In Lance’s hand was Akira’s favorite nipple toy. It was a simple pair of adjustable nipple clamps with bells and satin pink bows attached to them. Jointed at the bases of the clamps was a lightweight chain, connecting them together. But what really made them Akira’s favorites were the separate weights that would clip onto the chain’s links and let gravity pull on her teets. Neither of them liked how light the chain was, so Lance fashioned some weights she made using some jewelry findings and glass bracelet charms. On their own, they weren’t very heavy. But enough of them together and they would make Akira scream in agonizing ecstasy. Akira went back and forth on the toys in her Mistress’s hands. She wanted both so badly but knew she couldn’t be greedy. Good girls weren’t greedy.
“Do you want both?” Lance asked gently as if she had read Akira’s mind.
Akira wanted to say yes, but she was unsure if this was a trick question so she simply shook her head.
“Oh, Baby. But you did so well today. You did so well that I want to give you both as a reward. How does that sound?” Lance smiled brightly at her pet and scratched gently under her chin.
Akira fervently nodded her head and puffed out her chest all while wagging her non-existent tail. Lance chuckled at the sight and calmed Akira down before fastening the harness around her upper body. Akira sighed at the feeling of the cool smooth nylon and heavy leather wrapped around her chest.
As much as Lance wanted to keep Akira’s nipple rings on, they were getting in the way for the clamps. She carefully removed the rings and placed them back in their case to be cleaned later. Akira suddenly felt naked without her piercings and whined, urging her Mistress to hurry with the clamps.
“Patience, Puppy, patience.” Lance hummed and squeezed the clamps open. The rubber tips hugged around Akira’s hardened teet and Lance loosened her grip which let the clamps bite down on Akira’s sensitive nipple.
Akira screamed and came from the clamp biting down on her other nipple. The force of her orgasm shot the vibrator out of her pussy, still writhing and thrusting and leaving behind a mess of Akira’s slick all over Lance’s toy and the pillow. Lance stood up and left to retrieve the marker from earlier. The marker was uncapped and the ink was dragged down a tally mark on Akira’s stomach.
“We’re almost done dressing you up, Puppy.” Lance kissed Akira’s cheek and presented Akira with more body jewelry. Akira cocked her head to the side upon seeing the strange yet familiar jewelry.
They were similar to her nipple chain but much smaller. Gold in color like her clamps and chain, but with no bows or bells; just a dangling star shaped rhinestone. It was when Lance ordered her to sit back and spread her legs that Akira understood where that goes.
Akira did what she was told. She sat back and spread her knees as wide as she could with her ankle cuffs. Lance crawled over her lap and loosened the screw on the faux-piercings. Akira’s labia was fitted snug between the metal and the screws were tightened, slowly squeezing the soft sensitive flesh harder and tighter. Akira didn’t know having clamps down their would feel so good, but she was glad her girlfriend was as kinky as she was if not more.
“God, look how beautiful you are. So perfect and cute! Just one more thing and we’ll start, okay Sweetie?” Lance ran her fingers through Akira’s hair and in turn Akira nuzzled into her hand.
Akira didn’t need to be told for this last part. They both knew that. She rolled onto her belly and lifted her lower half with her knees. Her perfect still slightly pink butt was on full display with the rhinestone dangling between her legs.
“Hang on! Mommy needs to get her phone! Hold that pose for me, puppy.” Lance grabbed her phone from her robe pocket and opened the camera. Akira heard the snap of the camera app and felt slightly embarrassed. Keyword: Slightly. Even with her hands in mitts, Akira pulled apart her ass to give Lance a better shot of her sparkling jewel plug. Lance got up closer and snapped photo after photo all while praising Akira. Every time Akira heard the click of the camera, she grew wetter and wetter.
With plenty of photos for now, Lance set down her phone and brought the replacement plug in front of Akira’s face. It was a fluffy white and pink tail plug that matched Akira’s ears. The jeweled plug in Akira’s ass was roughly pulled out and Lance couldn’t help herself. She slapped the swollen rim and spat on it before digging her thumb into it.
“What a good little slut. That’s it, squeeze Mommy’s thumb.” Lance goaded. She watched Akira squirm and squeeze around her thumb. The little slut even rocked her hips back for more. Lance’s thumb was pulled away with some difficulty and soon replaced with the bulbous tail plug.
Slowly and steadily, Lance eased the much larger plug in her little pet’s ass. Akira struggled to steady her breathing. Even with the plug lubed up and her hole stretched, it was a tight fit. Lance kept ordering her to relax and not clench up but Akira couldn’t help it. It was easily the biggest toy she’s ever had up her ass. It took some time and more lube, but Akira finally took most of the bulbous toy and the rest slid in like a dream. It was heavy and stretched her insides more than anything else she’s ever had. And it felt amazing.
“Good girl, Akira! Who’s the best smartest puppy in the world? Yes, it’s you! It’s always you!” Lance baby talked to Akira and kissed her nose repeatedly. In turn, Akira swung her hips back and forth and let her tail wag.
Akira rolled onto her back and presented her pussy, still wet and red from the constant teasing. But Lance didn’t give Akira what she wanted. Instead, Lance rubbed Akira’s flat belly and baby talked her more with more praises and more compliments. Lance grabbed her phone again and snapped more photos of Akira on her back, showing off her pretty jewelry and the writing scrawled all over her body. Akira was posed in every which way for Lance’s pleasure until she whined and pawed at Lance arm, wordlessly begging her for what she really wanted.
“What is it, puppy? Do you want a treat? You know you have to earn your treats. Sit.” Lance ordered and as if her body obeyed before her brain did, Akira sat up with her back arched.
“Good girl!” Lance scratched under Akira’s chin. Lance grabbed the small ornate box that sat on the coffee table and pulled out a nipple weight.
It was a glass tear drop shaped bead meant for jewelry making, but it was the perfect size, weight, and color for her favorite pet. Lance clipped three of them to a chain link, right in the middle of the chain, and watched them pull the chain down and tug Akira’s nipples. Akira squirmed and whined feeling her poor tits being pulled. Lance then held her hand open to Akira.
“Shake.” Akira placed her paw into Lance open palm and shook her hand. Another three weights were added, right next to the first one. Lance then moved herself to the couch.
“Kiss kiss.” Lance ordered with a smirk. Akira leaned up and licked at Lance’s lips, face, and neck; earning her another three on her nipple chain. Lance then untied the cord securing her robe and let the satin slide off her upper body, revealing the most perfectly smooth golden bronze skin Akira fell in love with.
“Kiss kiss.” Lance repeated, this time more sultrily. Akira latched on to an inverted nipple and licked a long wet stripe. She repeated her “kisses” until Lance’s nipple were standing tall and hard. Akira couldn’t help it, she closed her lips around a nipple and suckled like a nursing puppy.
Lance moaned loudly but didn’t stop her pet from suckling. She could feel the way Akira’s tongue swirled and lapped at her tit while her cheeks hollowed with every suck. She groped her other breast while her other hand was buried in the raven black locks of Akira’s hair, urging her to suck harder. Akira did as she was told and sucked harder and harder. She incorporated her teeth this time and bit down on Lance’s nipple. The scream like moan that came out of her Mistress made Akira ravenous for more.
“Oooh! That’s it! Just like that! Oh, you’re doing such an amazing job making Mommy feel good! Mmm more!” Lance dragged her nails across Akira’s scalp.
Akira pulled off Lance nipple to give the other one the same attention. All the while, she started humping and grinding on Lance’s leg, staining her black stocking with her arousal. But while Akira was distracted with Lance’s chest, she hadn’t noticed Lance’s other hand traveling from her breast to her crotch where she rubbed and fingered her pussy for her puppy.
“Ah! Oh, That’s enough baby.” Lance’s heart melted at the sight of Akira’s begging puppy dog eyes and whine. “Don’t you want a taste?”
Lance presented her slick and sticky fingers to Akira and watched Akira pull off her nipple. Akira stared and drooled at the sight of Lance’s slick fingers like she was just presented with a big juicy steak. Akira followed the fingers a little more until Lance gave her the okay and Akira captured her fingers, sucking and licking them clean.
“Kiss kiss.” Lance pulled her fingers out of Akira’s mouth and spread her legs.
Akira was much too eager and dove straight into Lance’s groin. She licked and laved over Lance’s perfectly waxed pussy and made it very loudly known that she was enjoying her sweet and tangy treat. Every inch, every centimeter of Lance’s pussy was stroked, flicked, sucked, and kissed by Akira’s lips and tongue and Akira had no intention of stopping any time soon. But as amazing as it felt, Lance still had other plans in store. A pained whine was let out from Akira when Lance stood up and Akira’s treat was taken away from her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my little baby girl. I was just trying to get more comfortable for us both.” Lance cooed her apologies and patted the spot on the sofa next to her. Akira crawled up on the couch and laid down, belly up. Lance crawled over Akira and lowered her hips so Akira could get a good look at her Mistress’s dripping wet pussy.
“See that, Akira? You did this. You made me so wet and horny. You made me want you so much more than usual. This is all you, Baby. All for Mommy’s good girl.” Lance egged on and lowered her hips more until she was burying Akira’s face with her cunt. Not that Akira was complaining.
Knowing that she was the one who made Lance so wet and horny, Akira hugged Lance’s waist and ate her Mistress out with even more enthusiasm and fervor than before. Lance almost forgot her own role from the way Akira was eating her out. Oh, Akira was such a good girl that it was only right to return the favor.
Akira’s own pussy was twitching and clenching around nothing and the chain clamping either sides of her labia was drenched. Lance descended down to Akira’s clit and gave it a little puff of her breath, smiling at the sudden flinch. She then ran her tongue over the hard little nub while gently pulling on the rhinestone and chain.
Now, Lance’s tongue was longer than Akira’s. And she loved putting it to good use. In a painful move, Lance pulled one side of the chain free from Akira’s labia and soothed her aching lover with a kiss to the abused skin. Without warning, however, Lance sank her tongue deep inside Akira’s pussy and earning herself a muffled scream from her pet. She explored her pet’s cunt and sucked up every drop of slick she gave her. In turn, Akira did the same with more vigor.
It soon became a competition to see who could make the other cum first. Both being stupidly competitive, they pulled all the stops and bit, sucked, licked, fingered, and kissed the other’s cunt until both of them were a sweating, twitching mess. Akira thought she had the upper hand when she found Lance’s g-spot with her finger tip, but she seemed to have forgotten that Lance knows how to make pain pleasurable. Lance not only found Akira’s own g-spot, but her lips were already wrapped around Akira’s clit.
Lance sucked hard on Akira’s clit and even used her teeth to nibble on it. But what really pushed Akira over the edge was when Lance stabbed her g-spot with her fingertip and yanked off the labia chain like she had done before. The only thing better than Akira’s orgasm screams was when she screamed and squirted. It was like riding a bucking bronco the way Akira thrust her hips in the air as delicious salty liquid sprayed out of her cunt. And Lance tried drinking up every last drop which sadly she failed to do. Oh well, in the end she won. Just like she always did.
The phone was grabbed again and Lance snapped photos of Akira in her post orgasmic state. It was so pretty seeing Akira’s tongue lolling out and her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head while her whole body twitched and her pussy spraying weak spurts of squirt.
“Good girl.” Lance kissed Akira’s clit one last time before leaving her pet for just a moment to grab something else from their bedroom.
When Lance returned, Akira was still reeling from her orgasm which gave Lance the opportunity to grab the marker and draw another tally on Akira’s flat spasming stomach. “That’s two” she thought with a smile and capped the marker.
“Akira, sweetie. You gotta give me a color, Baby.” Lance lovingly stroked her girlfriend’s face.
“G-g-green. Green.” Akira’s breath shuddered.
“You sure? You sound overstimulated.” Lance worried.
“Green. Mommy, its green.” Akira nuzzled into Lance’s warm hand.
“Okay, I trust you but I’m saying yellow for now. Just for a short break. You can even keep wearing your stuff, okay?” Lance kissed Akira sweetly. She knew Akira could go way longer but she was still always worrying over her well being.
Akira obeyed her Mistress and a well deserved break would be appreciated. Lance pulled out a matching leash and clipped it to Akira’s harness. But then Lance noticed Akira’s knees. They were really red from Akira being on her knees for so long. Lance cooed her apologies and ran back to their room for knee pads, all while nearly eating the floor when she slipped in her heels.
Lance came back with knee pads in hand. They were custom made leather lined with dense foam and the softest minky fabric to bring support and comfort for her good girl. It was a shame the color didn’t match Akira’s ensemble, but she will order another pair later. Comfort was always more important than aesthetics.
Akira was made to sit up on the couch while Lance knelt down and kissed her bruising knees before strapping her knees into the pads. Akira then knelt back down on the floor testing the fit of her pads and Lance reached to remove the nipple clamps. Akira turned away, not wanting them off, so instead Lance removed the weights attached to the chain and lightening the load without compromising Akira’s wishes. Akira then walked by Lance’s side with the leash slack in her hand. First order of business was the kitchen. Akira sat obediently near Lance as she cut up from fruits and cooked chicken breast from last night. Akira wagged her tail when Lance reached into their cupboard and pulled out Akira’s special puppy bowl and filled it with bottled water. The bowl was placed down on the floor and a kiss was lovingly planted on Akira’s head.
Akira didn’t realize how thirsty she was until she was licking the bowl clean of the last drop of water. She whined when there wasn’t any left and whined louder, pawing at the empty bowl; calling out to Mommy for more. Lance returned with another cold bottle of water, pouring half into the bowl, and praising her pet for finishing every last drop of the first bottle.
While Akira was lapping away at her water bowl, Lance was finishing up their little snack plate. Akira felt a tug on her leash and followed Lance to their balcony. They learned early on that the mosquito net they had installed was not only a great investment against the annoying bugs, but you couldn’t see anything from the other side. That gave the couple a great amount of privacy to do whatever they liked, as long as they were quiet.
The two of them sat on their wicker couch with Akira laying her head down on Lance’s lap and being fed small bites of food. The evening was nice and cool and it was only better when Lance lazily alternated running her hand through Akira’s hair and her hand rubbing her belly.
Akira was close to falling asleep when she felt a tug on her harness. She looked up and saw the leash in Lance’s hand. Akira climbed off Lance’s lap and followed her back into their home where she was led to their bedroom. Lance sat on the edge of their bed while Akira sat at the foot of it.
“You’ve been so good today, puppy. All day you’ve been doing task after task with little to no complaint. Such a good, beautiful, obedient girl. I’m the luckiest and happiest woman in the world because of you.” Lance praised and patted her lap. “Akira, sweetie, go pick out whatever toys you want.”
Akira looked up at Lance with disbelieving puppy dog eyes, silently asking her if it was okay.
“Good girls get rewards, sweetie. And you’re the best of the best.” Lance gave Akira a kiss and watched her pet happily crawl to their toy chest.
“As many as you want. Good girls get good rewards.” Lance smiled. With her tail wagging, Akira eagerly dug through their impressive collection of toys. One by one, Akira carried a toy in her mouth and dropped it in Lance’s hand before crawling back for another toy. In total, Akira brought three toys: Lance’s strap on harness, a large and colorful monster dildo, and their double ended vibrator.
“You chose so well, Akira. Good girl.” Lance patted Akira’s head and examined each one. “Do you want this inside you while I fuck you? Does Mommy’s little slut want two cocks inside her?” Lance cooed sweetly and teasingly. She was concerned when Akira hid her face.
“It's for Mommy.” Akira meekly admitted.
“For me?” Lance pointed to herself.
“I…I want Mommy to feel good, too. I…I want to share it with you.” Akira confessed bashfully. Lance clutched her chest and cooed. Even though this was Akira’s reward, she still thought about Lance’s pleasure.
“Oh Akira. You’re so good to me. My beautiful, caring, compassionate Akira. I love you so much. Bringing you pleasure is good enough for me. But who am I to deny a gift from my good girl?” Lance kissed Akira’s nose and brought her up on their bed.
In the low light of their room, Lance glowed like a goddess. Akira wasn’t sure what Lance was talking about way back when. She was beautiful in every possible way. Lance was tall, lithe, and toned. Ample and plump breasts, just like her perfectly round butt that Akira wanted to bury her face in. But that was a treat for another time.
Akira watched almost too eagerly as Lance got to work assembling the dildo to her strap-on harness.
For a lack of better words, Akira was a size queen. And being a “cryptozoologist” (as she is often called by their close friends), Lance liked to jokingly call her a monster fucker. She wasn’t wrong. Akira had amassed an impressive collection of monster like dildos long before she and Lance began dating. They came in various shapes and sizes ranging from a thin silicone “Kraken” tentacle to alien ones that lay silicone eggs inside of you. But Akira’s “monster cock of the month” was titled Scylla on the etsy shop they frequent. It wasn’t a long toy, probably around 5 inches in length, but it had a girthy 2 and a quarter inch diameter. But that wasn’t the only reason Akira loved it. It was so much for than that.
For starters, the head was covered in soft nubs that rubbed her in all the right ways. The underside ridged and perfectly dragged over her g-spot. The rest of the fake monster cock was covered in what looked like rising waves and raised swirls. Not only was this dildo perfect for Akira’s craving for overwhelming stimulation, but it had a detachable tube running through it so Akira could be creampied with no risk of pregnancy. But the reason Scylla was Akira’s favorite…was because it was an anniversary gift from Lance and it was a well loved and well used toy.
Akira kept whining in excitement when the massive dildo was snapped firmly into place and Lance adjusted the harness straps around her buttocks and waist. Seeing her beautiful, slim, willowy girlfriend with a girthy monster cock between her legs was Akira’s literal dream come true. The leash was soon tied to their bedpost and Akira shook her ass teasingly, silently begging Lance to fuck her like a good little bitch.
“Easy, my love. We have to make sure you’re nice and stretched for Mommy’s cock.” Lance hummed and slathered the toy in lube.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!” Akira begged and wiggled her ass more.
“Ah ah, Puppy. I can’t risk hurting my sweet darling. I have to check if we stretched you enough.” Lance slipped two fingers inside Akira and massaged the tight muscles.
Akira wanted to scream at Lance to just fuck her. She had carried that stupid vibrator inside her earlier that day and she was almost fisted earlier before she had her morning coffee! Akira continued to rock against Lance’s fingers as they stuffed and stretched her open. The feeling of Lance’s four fingers wriggling and spreading inside her made her shake and almost buckle.
“Looks like you are stretched enough. But just barely” Lance commented with a cheery tone.
‘Just barely’, god Akira loved those two words. ‘Just barely’ always meant Akira could have her pain and enjoy it without any real damage done to her. Akira whined impatiently when Lance slapped Akira’s pussy with the thick piece of silicone. Lance did it several more times just to hear her pet yelp and whine. Every slap just made Akira’s pussy leak even more and it was harder to not to cum.
Lance watched Akira’s hands spread her pussy and whine, begging and pleading to be stuffed full of Lance’s “cock”. Who was Lance to deny her pet? The textured tip poked and rubbed at Akira’s clit, eliciting another moan out of her lover. Akira gnawed on her lip feeling the tip of the toy breach her entrance. With every inch being pushed in it felt like the air was being knocked out of her. Lance stilled herself for a moment, letting her pet get used to the girth. It wasn’t much but Lance could slightly feel Akira’s pussy spasming and flexing around the large toy. Either desperate to adjust to the width or desperate to stop herself from cumming, Lance wasn’t quite sure.
Akira wasn’t given much time to adjust. Lance knew what kind of masochistic slut Akira was. She needed some kind of pain to push her over the edge. And Lance enjoyed giving it to her. Akira whined pitifully when Lance dragged the dildo out until just the tip was inside. It slid slowly back inside and repeated the action again; the tip just barely inside.
Except, Akira didn’t expect Lance to snap forward her hips full force. So hard the silicone rammed into Akira’s cervix, sending a shock wave of intense sharp pain up her spine. And when that sharp pain ebbed, all that was left behind was that pleasurable addicting tingle that left Akira wanting more. Of course, Lance didn’t give it to her.
Instead, Lance held Akira’s hips tighter and pulled her towards her hips and set a short but quick pace. All Akira could do was bark and whine and take what her Mommy was giving her. Just like the good girl Lance knows she is.
“You like that, don’t you? Nothing but a cute little bitch in heat, aren’t you?” Lance panted into Akira’s ear while she thrust in and out of her pet’s sopping wet pussy.
All Akira could do was dumbly nod her head and bark. The different raised textures on the toy rubbed and massages her vaginal walls almost too roughly, walking on that thin line between pain and pleasure. She wanted to so badly rub and pinch at her clit just so she could cum with Lance’s cock stuffed inside her.
A sharp but brief pain made Akira yelp. Then another, and another. Lance continued spanking Akira’s perfect round ass until it was bright pink and hot to the touch. Then slipping underneath her pretty little pet, Lance gave Akira’s still clamped and chained nipples a good hard grope. Akira couldn’t hold back her moans even if she tried. It’s a good thing Lance likes her loud.
With Akira distracted by the painful pleasure, Lance took the leash off their bedpost and wrapped it around her hand until it was short and taut. Without a single warning, Lance pulled the leash, briefly choking Akira until she stood up on her knees and her back was flush against Lance’s chest. Not a drop of mercy was given as Lance panted and whispered into Akira’s ear with her tits squeezed against her back and powerful thrusts beat and abused Akira’s cramping pussy.
“Pretty little bitch. You love being fucked and bred. You’d look even prettier with a belly full of pups, wouldn’t you. Mmm, I bet I can find a good fertile stud to fuck you nice and hard. He’d knot you good and fill your womb with lots and lots of strong thick cum. I bet Shiro would love to fuck you full. Maybe we should ask him. ” Lance panted and licked the shell of Akira’s ear. She smiled almost wickedly when Akira whined and pushed back against her thrusts.
“He’d be such a good dog, too. Nice and obedient. Just like you. You’d like that? Huh, Puppy? Let’s ask him the next time we see him. I doubt he’d say no to the prettiest little bitch in the world.” Lance’s hand snaked around Akira’s waist and traveled low until the pads of her fingers brushed against Akira’s aching clit. Lance clamped Akira’s clit with her index finger and thumb, making Akira sing the sweetest song of pleasure and pain.
“Maybe Matt, too. Or even Griffin; I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He wants you but knows he can’t have you. You know why?” Lance bit at Akira’s earlobe and pulled on the chain hanging on her chest.
“Woof! Arf!” Akira barked.
“That’s right. Because you’re mine. And I’m very greedy when it comes to my good girl.” Lance huffed into Akira’s ear.
“Wo-wo-woof!” Akira stammered and wailed to the ceiling, the agonizingly tight coil in her lower belly snapped and she paid no mind that she was squirting all over their bed.
Lance pulled out of Akira and spun her around so they were facing each other. Lance licked the thin stream of drool escaping Akira’s lips before capturing those plump luscious lips with her own. The two lover held on to each other as they sloppily made out. Tongues fought for dominance while teeth clacked against the other. Neither of them care. They only cared to bring each other the most pleasure. Lance pushed Akira so she laid in her own mess of cum and swiftly inserted the dildo back inside. Taking Akira’s ankles in each hand and bringing them up in the air, Lance set her pace harder and faster than before. What a pretty sight Akira was.
Still overly sensitive from her powerful orgasm, Akira was dazed and drunk on her own pleasure and honestly looking rather high. Her perfect tits jiggled and bounced with every thrust and Lance couldn’t help but yank the clamps clean off Akira’s sensitive tits.
The poor pet screamed from the sudden pain only for her screams to be swallowed by her mistress and lover. Akira wrapped her arms and legs around Lance while grabbing hold of her long silky brown hair and ran her blunt nails over Lance’s back. Not even an inch separated the two lovers; their tits pressed against the other’s and their nipples rubbed and flicked over the other, bringing each other’s pleasure to new heights.
They were so close, so close they could both taste it. But at the same time, too far away. And Lance knew how to fix that.
Akira yelped in displeasure when Lance pulled out entirely. Thinking she did something wrong, Akira propped herself up on her elbows. Only to see Lance hurriedly pulling the strap-on harness off (with the dildo still attached) and hastily inserting one end of the double ended dildo inside her. Seeing and hearing Lance moan was almost enough to make Akira cum for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
“Ready, baby?” Lance hungrily asked, grabbing the other end of the dildo and inching it closer and closer to her girlfriend.
“R-ready.” Akira didn’t care that she broke her act. She just wanted Lance to feel good with her.
The dildo wasn’t textured like the one still locked in Lance’s strap-on harness. It was smooth and semi transparent and much softer, almost slimier. It was similar to jelly. But it was thick. It gave them both a good stretch. Lance loomed over Akira and inserted the other end of the toy inside her. While she was a masochist, Akira still loved the passionate pain-free pleasure Lance gave her. The toy slid in effortlessly and the two of them rearranged their positions until Lance was laying on their wet bed and Akira was on top with her feet planted firmly by Lance’s side.
Akira lifted her hips and slammed into Lance’s cunt, sending the dildo deeper into each other while hitting their clits together, making each other moan and claw at the sheets. Akira’s hips move erratically while trying to tongue fuck her mistress. Moaning and keening and yowling like a real bitch in heat. A few times her wild thrusts made the toy slip out but it was always swiftly inserted back in and the wild ride continued.
Eventually they positioned themselves so they were sitting across from each other with hardly any space apart. Their foreheads pressed together, sharing their sweat and body heat while moaning and panting and kissing tiredly but passionately. Akira’s hands were all over Lance’s tits and clit while Lance did the same to Akira. Their fingers flicked and rubbed and pinched each other’s bodies until they were thrusting their hips, trying to fuck each other deeper with the toy.
“Mommy, cum. Please cum! I’m so close! I…I wanna…UUURGHH!!!” Akira desperately clung onto to what semblance of control she had on her body while her fingers were a blur on Lance’s clit.
”I’m almost there. Fuck! Harder! Rub Mommy’s clit harder! Just like tha-AH!!” Lance squealed with her tongue hanging out. Akira took the opportunity to capture her lover’s tongue with her lips and sucked hard on the dexterous muscle.
Akira’s tongue and lips on her own tongue and the harsh pinch and twist to her clit was about to send Lance over the edge for the first and only time this night. Lance pushed Akira away until she was on her back once more and knelt over her chest. Lance rapidly rubbed and assaulted her own clit until she was shaking and screaming over Akira with her own squirt raining down on Akira’s upper body. Akira’s chest and face was hardly wet before she rose up and encapsulated Lance’s cunt with her mouth, drinking every last drop of Lance’s orgasm and thrusting her tongue inside Lance’s pussy to get more of her girlfriend’s delicious taste. All the while her own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and she squirted on their bed for the second time.
Lance let Akira suck on her pussy before pulling away and sharing a kiss with her. Together they laid in their wet bed, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other and taking in each other’s debauched but satisfied appearances. Akira’s eyelids grew heavy and fought to keep them open. But Lance’s gentle voice singing praise and the feeling of her long elegant fingers combing through her mussed up hair lulled her that much more to sleep.
“Good girl. You’re so beautiful and perfect. So obedient and lovely. I’m so lucky to have you. I love you so much, Akira. So much that words can’t describe.” Every compliment was followed by sweet gentle kisses and Akira couldn’t help but fall asleep even though Lance urged her to stay awake long enough for them to wash up and change the sheets. It was the only command Akira couldn’t obey.
Akira had no idea when she had fallen asleep, but she slowly woke up from felt like the best sleep of her life. She looked down and saw that she was clean of sweat, slick, marker ink, and cum. Not only that, but Lance had dressed her in her softest oversized t-shirt and tucked her nice and tight in bed surrounded by stuffed animals with her favorite purple hippo tucked right next to her head, just the way she liked it. There was a dull ache in her groin, chest, and knees, but it was a pleasant ache. Like the day after a good hard workout.
Carefully, Akira got out of bed and followed the sounds coming from their living room. She vaguely heard Lance thanking someone and their front door closing. In the middle of their living room, the couch was rearranged with pillows and blankets strategically placed to look like the comfiest fort Akira had ever seen. It honestly reminded her of what she and her pop would make when she was really little. Their coffee table was moved to the side of the fort and covered with a variety of drinks, snacks, and candy. And were those string lights inside the fort?
“Oh! You’re up already! How are you feeling, Baby?” Lance smiled tenderly to Akira. That smile alone made her feel even floaty-er than her subspace.
“Good. A little sore, but mostly good.” Akira mumbled shyly.
“Do you need anything for it? Ibuprofen? Ice pack? Massage?” Who would have thought such a mean domme like Lance who had degraded and humiliated her to paradise would be so doting and loving and soft?
“Cuddles?” Akira peeped.
“Hop in the fort and I’ll cuddle the fuck out of you once I get everything ready. The blankets should be done warming up any minute now.” Lance kissed Akira’s forehead and set the food down on the coffee table.
Akira’s eyes lit up at the thought of blankets. Fresh, clean, warm from the dryer! Akira quickly scuttled into the fort while Lance just as quickly ran to their bathroom where their washer/dryer unit was. On closer inspection, Akira got a good look at what Lance had delivered. It was a lot and it was all of Akira’s favorites. Korean fried chicken that was almost glowing nuclear red from the chilis, a mountain of seasoned potato wedges, stir fried glass noodles, barbecue pork buns, sour gummy candies, oreos, nilla wafers with Lance’s famous cheesecake dip, root beer floats and chilled peach cola, and Lance had brought out her secret stash of those amazing raspberry crumble cookies from the bakery Hunk works at, and that sinfully delicious popcorn Lance makes with chorizo and bacon.
Just as she reached for a perfectly popped kernel, a soothing warmth was draped over her and she caught a whiff of Lance’s body wash. Abandoning the snack, Akira immediately pulled Lance into the fort and cuddled into her chest. It was a bit of a hassle wrapping Akira in the freshly warmed blanket while she clung on, but Lance didn’t mind one bit. As long as Akira was happy, so was Lance.
“So what will it be for my good girl? I just renewed our Netflix and Disney+ subscription and I know how excited you were for Hocus Pocus 2. Or we can catch up on Castlevania? I know how much you love that show and game. Speaking of games, I got us that new Disney animal crossing style game we could play together! Or Ooblets! No Mario Kart or Mario Party, though. We say a lot of not so sexy nasty stuff to each other during those games.” Lance rambled on with the various choices, all of which Akira liked.
In the end, the choice was all Akira’s and they watched a series of her favorite comfort movies which so happened to be Coraline, Corpse Bride, Kindergarten Cop, and Howl’s Moving Castle. While a couple of them weren’t on any of the streaming platforms they had, they did have them on dvd and blu-ray.
They watched the movies in comfortable silence while Lance fed Akira bits of food and drink. Pampering her and never letting her lift a finger. Lance occasionally kissed Akira’s cheeks and neck as their aftercare movie night continued. By the time they were finishing up the Corpse Bride, most of the food was finished and clothes were off and flung out of their fort. Hey, if Akira wanted naked cuddles under a warm blanket, then Akira was going to get naked cuddles under a warm blanket.
“Thank you, Lance. For today. I really needed this.” Akira mumbled into Lance’s collarbone and planted kisses to her bare skin.
“You’re very welcome, sweetie. You know I’d do anything for you.” Lance chuckled and held Akira closer to her.
“I’m sorry. I just…” Akira buried her face into the crook of Lance’s neck and groaned, holding back her tears.
“You’ve had a really stressful month. You had three huge exams, two job interviews, a 219 page thesis paper, and both Iverson and Sanda were up your ass for ‘disciplinary measures’. Again. I mean who do they think they are? Calling you a disciplinary case with ‘no work ethic’ when you’ve got the top grades in the entire school! Hell, you even beat James ‘Goody-Two-Shoes’ Griffin for Christ sake! You were pent up, frustrated, and stressed. All of which are more than valid. I’m just glad I was able to help you let go of that stress a little.” Lance reassured her girlfriend with a tender kiss to her head.
“It was definitely more than ‘a little’. I feel like I can breath again. Thank you. I love you, Alessandra.” Akira purred.
“I love you too, Akira. Whatever you want tonight, its yours.” Lance purred back.
“Can we sleep in the fort tonight?” Akira asked with a pout.
“Do you want your stuffed animals? I can go get them for you.” Lance offered sweetly.
“I just want you.” Akira shook her head and nuzzled into Lance’s chest as they continued their movie night. Lance nodded her head and wrapped her arm around Akira.
She wasn’t sure why, maybe it was still from the high of their long day of debauched sex or that the aftercare reminded her of their first date at the drive-in movie theater; but Akira felt better than any aftercare session she’s ever had with both Lance and her past partners. And if this is what she would get after a long period of stress, then she would gladly do it again and again. Maybe next time, they could have sex with the men Lance mentioned earlier. It would be a pretty sight seeing Lance getting fucked by three guys at once.