Ellie comes over to her domme’s home proper after her night exercise. She is worn out and hungry after the exercise, and intensely attractive after being ordered to not contact herself for nearly per week. She is a naturally libidinous woman, and she or he masturbated two or extra occasions a day earlier than she transferred whole management of her intercourse life to Miriam. With out sexual aid, her want to come back has grown steadily to develop into a continuing, roaring, burning fireplace in her coronary heart. Understanding solely makes her hornier, and she or he works out 5 – 6 occasions per week. She is a bit of over six ft tall, with an Amazonian physique earned from greater than a 12 months of fierce coaching and cautious weight-reduction plan. Even in dishevelled grey health club sweats, her bulk and energy are unmistakable. She is 23, with bronzed pores and skin, blue eyes and brief blonde hair which, on her domme’s orders, she is beginning to develop out.
Denial is a punishment for Ellie, for a incident per week earlier when she briefly tried to modify — when, in a match of lust, she tried flip the tables on her domme, and dominate her in flip. She very practically succeeded. If she had managed to make Miriam come, Miriam would have proven some sort of mercy or gratitude. However Miriam resisted, and Ellie failed. And he or she has been punished on daily basis since then, not solely with denial, however with canings and whippings and candle wax torture. Tonight will likely be her ultimate evening of punishment, she hopes. However her domme likes to maintain her guessing. Who is aware of? The uncertainty is a part of what she adores about her relationship. The fun of abject submission to a different girl’s management. She knocks on her domme’s door, coronary heart fluttering like a butterfly.
The door is answered by Miriam’s different sub, Ellie’s sister sub, Simone. Simone is a particularly petite woman with very darkish pores and skin and cropped black hair. She’s so small that Ellie typically feels as if she may eat her up in a single mouthful. She wears a thick, outsized white sweater and very brief black shorts. The sweater is so giant that her shorts barely present. She has lovely, easy naked legs and dainty naked ft. As all the time, there’s a skinny loop of leather-based round her throat.
“Hey. You hungry?”
Ellie’s abdomen solutions the query earlier than she will.
Simone laughs and escorts Ellie to the eating room, the place Miriam is serving a meal for all of them. Miriam is a really lovely, very curvaceous forty-nine-year-old girl, with inexperienced eyes, well-defined cheekbones and shiny darkish hair which falls luxuriously round her shoulders. She wears an extended gown of darkish inexperienced silk, tied at her waist. The gown clings to the curves of her beneficiant bust and broad hips. She wears a silver necklace, with a really small silver ring threaded onto it.
Dinner is grilled shrimp with lentils and roasted greens. Ellie’s serving is twice the scale of the others’.
“Thanks for dinner, ma’am,” Ellie says as she sits down. “It smells nice.”
“I hope that is to your liking,” Miriam says. “I have been studying up on the sort of vitamin you bodybuilders want. Numerous lean protein, a lot of greens, no sugar, no fats. As my sub, your physique is my property, and I count on you to keep up it to the best attainable requirements. I would like you to be wholesome and powerful and exquisite… and completely jacked. And attractive, and stuffed with vitality and all the time prepared for intercourse. However as your domme, I’ve some duty too. There isn’t any use me demanding biceps like watermelons whereas I feed you a weight-reduction plan of cake and tacky fries.”
By the point she finishes speaking, Ellie has already eaten a 3rd of her meal. She seems up along with her mouth full. “Mff gmmfp.”
“Precisely.”
Over dinner, they discuss their days. Miriam has had a day-long interview for a brand new place at one other agency, which she thinks went extraordinarily nicely, however she hasn’t heard again but. Simone is engaged on her latest movie script, which is coming collectively in a short time. She’ll be heading again to California to start out pre-production within the subsequent few weeks. And Ellie is beginning some analysis into a brand new household of prescribed drugs, and there is not so much to report but. Nevertheless, after work, she benched a brand new private finest.
Simone clears her plate first.
“Go to the playroom and strip bare,” Miriam tells her, not trying up from her personal meals.
“Sure, ma’am.” Simone flashes an keen smile at Ellie and scampers off.
Ellie finishes consuming subsequent. She units her fork down and waits in silence for some time.
“Nervous?” Miriam asks her.
“Sure, ma’am.”
“You have to be.”
After a bit of extra ready, Ellie will get up and kneels on the ground beside her domme’s chair.
Nonetheless consuming, Miriam reaches over idly and strokes her sub’s hair with one hand. After some time her hand strikes decrease, caressing the again of Ellie’s neck, after which sliding into her sweater, throughout her highly effective shoulders, and a bit of manner down the crease of her again. Ellie is sporting a good, sky blue exercise high beneath.
Ellie holds her place. Knees collectively, again straight, palms in her lap, head excessive. She closes her eyes and enjoys the love.
She asks, “Ma’am, could I serve you?”
“No.”
At size, Miriam finishes her final mouthful of meals. She washes it down with a sip of glowing mineral water, after which leans over and kisses her sub on the lips, sweetly and tenderly.
After the kiss, she says, “Clear the desk and clear up the kitchen. Save all of the leftovers, do all of the dishes. I would like the place spotless. While you’re achieved, come to the playroom and strip.”
“Sure, ma’am.”
Miriam leaves.
Ellie carries out her assigned duties, which takes her rather less than a half-hour. As she is working, she begins to listen to a distant, very faint squealing. After her work is finished, she spends a couple of minutes on stretches, warming her physique up for what she anticipates will likely be a really intense session. Then she heads alongside to the playroom. The squealing will get steadily louder as she approaches the door.
The playroom is dimly-lit, with black beams and deep red-painted partitions. Half of the playroom is sort of a bed room, occupied by an enormous four-poster mattress. The opposite half is extra of a dungeon, with racks of implements for beating or teasing with, and crates stuffed with toys, and piles of restraints, and varied fascinating gadgets of furnishings like padded chairs and lockable cages. There are pulleys and ropes strung overhead, and leaning in a single nook there are two metal poles. Every is about three ft lengthy, and has a padded cuff chained to every finish. Spreader bars.
Simone is the one squealing. She has eliminated her informal garments and is now sporting half of a particularly tight black latex zentai; the highest half, masking her head, shoulders, arms and higher physique. Her face is totally enclosed, masking her eyes, mouth and nostril, with solely small holes for her nostrils. She can’t converse. The swimsuit barely covers her breasts, and leaves her stomach and most of her rib cage naked. Unusually, the bodysuit doesn’t have full arms. As a substitute, they finish on the elbow, with fats stumps. Contained in the swimsuit, Simone’s arms are bent double, and her palms are clamped flat towards her collarbones. It is a very restrictive garment, and it renders Simone completely helpless. The swimsuit is unattainable to get into with out lots of assist.
Simone is sporting nothing else. She is bare from the ribs down. She is bent over the mattress, face down, along with her toned dancer’s legs unfold large and her ankles lashed to the ft of the mattress to maintain them that manner. She is squealing as a result of Miriam is fucking her from behind. Miriam has opened the entrance of her inexperienced silk gown and now stands behind her sub, ft barely unfold, gripping her sub’s hips and driving her midsection into her, vigorously, rhythmically, deeply, again and again and over.
Simone is having an exquisite time. Blind and immobilized, mouth coated, all she will do is emit muffled wails and cries as her domme rails her. On and on it goes, taking her to higher and higher heights of enjoyment. She arches her again and twists her shoulders backward and forward, uselessly. Generally she raises herself up on her elbow stumps for a second, after which collapses again once more.
“Mh! Mh! Muh! Mmh! Mmm! Mh! Mmff! Mfh! Mmmh! MMMMM! MMMM! Mhhh!”
She shrieks, and gasps for breath, and climaxes for the fifth or tenth or fiftieth time. Her orgasms are beginning to merge collectively.
Miriam does not decelerate or flip round when she hears Ellie are available. She retains the tempo up, stuffing her little sub to bursting with pleasure, forcing it into her keen, lusty physique. For Miriam, it is good train. She’s damaged a sweat, and her hair is beginning to develop into untidy, to fall ahead and throughout her face.
Ellie watches the scene, entranced, for a second. She will be able to’t see precisely what her domme is fucking Simone with. It does not matter. She disrobes, wordlessly. She folds her garments up on a chair and stands to consideration within the middle of the room, nude, a shining pillar of female muscle, glistening below the highlight above her.
“The spreader bars,” Miriam says, not stopping what she’s doing. “One to your ankles, one to your wrists. Unf. Do the most effective you may.”
Ellie obeys. She sits on the ground to buckle the ankle cuffs on, after which attaches one of many heavy-duty wrist cuffs. She will be able to’t do the second by herself. Effectively, not fairly. Possibly if she makes use of her tooth?
As she’s making an attempt to determine it out, Miriam slows, and withdraws. Simone moans with wordless pleasure, and squirms, and relaxes.
Miriam is a curvaceous, sensual girl, blessed with spherical, G-cup breasts. Her silk robe hangs from her breasts, revealing her deep, lush cleavage and agency tummy. Mounted between her legs are two hefty black dildos, shiny with lubricant and Simone’s juices. They sway a bit of as she walks over to Ellie. Ellie gulps on the sight of them.
Miriam says, “Let me assist you to with that.”
Ellie shuffles over, awkwardly. Miriam kneels and buckles the second wrist cuff onto her, ensuring the seal is tight and cozy. Up shut, Ellie realizes simply how enormous each of the strap-on dildos are. They’re precisely the identical form and measurement — fats and straight-shafted, with thick coronas and a few veiny element on the shafts. They’re much bigger than something Ellie would discover snug placing in her vagina, not to mention her anus. However she is aware of that Simone loves excessive penetration. If nothing else, it was apparent from the noises she was making.
There may be an anchor level on the midpoint of the spreader bar between Ellie’s wrists. Miriam ties a sturdy nylon rope to it, after which operates the winch management within the nook of the dungeon, pulling the rope upwards towards a pulley mounted within the ceiling. Ellie is pulled as much as a crouch, after which to a standing place, and earlier than lengthy her arms are being held above her head, and she or he is forming a taut X.
Together with her legs and arms unfold aside, her entire bare, muscular physique is on show, and accessible for her domme’s pleasure. Ellie twists, exploring her vary of movement. She will be able to stand flat-footed. She will be able to additionally stand on one foot and lift the opposite a bit of. She will be able to raise each ft if she’s keen to dangle from her wrists. She will be able to flip freely on the spot. There isn’t any manner she will get free, or defend any a part of her physique.
Miriam circles her, admiring her extraordinary musculature. Ellie is beginning to sweat, and tremble. Her arm muscle mass bulge when she twists her higher physique, and her highly effective thighs and calves flex when she twists her decrease physique. Her serrati anterior, the robust V of her again, her iron-hard glutei maximi. Her completely outlined eight-pack abdominals. The right angles at her waist.
And her lovely, youthful, perky tits, and the succulent delights between her legs…
“There isn’t any finer place than this,” Miriam says, “for displaying, and critiquing, and admiring a sub’s physique.”
“Sure, ma’am,” Ellie gasps. She is so aroused proper now that she needs to blow up. She is completely susceptible and completely uncovered. She will be able to really feel juice oozing down the within of her legs.
“I might say that this physique is faultless,” Miriam says. “An ideal, shining instance of submissive flesh. A sexual marvel from its toes to its fingertips.”
“Thanks, ma’am?”
Miriam circles behind Ellie. “Besides. This physique lacks one factor.”
“Ma’am?”
There’s a sound, a pleasing, single tone, like a bell chiming.
And Miriam strikes Ellie with a whip. The tip hits her immediately on the shoulder blade. The blow is small, however sharp, and fierce, like a hornet sting. Ellie shrieks, and twists.
Miriam says, “Self-discipline.”
The whipping goes on for what appears like an eternity. The whip is lengthy, and Miriam is an professional with the factor, in a position to strike any space of Ellie’s physique with spectacular accuracy, from a formidable distance. Quickly Ellie learns how one can dodge the strikes, and how one can flip to be sure that she will all the time see her domme and the place she is aiming. So Miriam blindfolds her with a sleep masks, after which places a canvas sack over her head too.
And from there, Ellie descends right into a pit of sexual torment. Miriam strikes each a part of her physique, her arms, the edges of her chest, the soles of her ft, the iliac furrows main from the crests of her hips right down to her pussy. Miriam by no means strikes her face or head, or her nipples, or her pussy, however does land just a few painful stings on her breasts and her mons pubis. Quickly Ellie feels as if her entire physique is aflame with ache and keenness. She drops into subspace, an area the place she does not actually exist as a acutely aware being anymore, and she or he is just a sexual object within the possession of one other girl, fully at her mercy, bent to her whims.
Finally, the bell chimes once more.
The whipping slows, and stops. Ellie catches her breath. She shudders.
She feels a hand caress her stomach. She flinches, then tries to regulate herself. Her domme’s hand strikes to her hip, after which down, to tease her slim decrease lips, gently, delicately. The slight contact nearly units Ellie off. “Please, ma’am?” She thrusts her hips ahead, making an attempt to get a bit of extra contact, however her domme withdraws rapidly.
Then extra palms start to slip throughout Ellie’s physique. With a begin, Ellie realizes that there are greater than two of them, coming from totally different instructions. There are three. No, 4.
“Who’s there?”
She struggles, uselessly. No one solutions her. Did somebody slip into the room whereas she was distracted by the whip? Had been they there the entire time, hiding within the shadows? The mysterious palms observe the sharp definition of her muscle mass, tracing the deep grooves between them. Her linea alba, her trapezii, her bulging calves and thighs. She is a statuesque girl. Buff and powerful and exquisite to behold. A determine worthy of worship and admiration. She relaxes a bit of, having fun with the eye. She makes glad, grateful noises.
The bell chimes a 3rd time. It appears to be chiming robotically at common intervals, possibly each 5 to 10 minutes, however for Ellie it is unattainable to know. In any case, plainly that is the sign for the pleasurable guide stimulation to cease. The palms go away. Then Ellie hears the winch activate once more, very briefly, for simply lengthy sufficient to raise her up from standing flat-footed to being pressured to face on her tiptoes. The brand new place is strenuous and troublesome, even relative to the previous one.
And now, two whips assault Ellie without delay. Rather less exactly now, a bit of extra inexpertly, and the blows are much less merciless. Even so, it is a extreme and unsightly expertise. Ellie cries out, twisting her physique like loopy to attempt to keep away from the blows, but it surely’s no use. She rolls her head, dazed, and her stamina begins to dwindle.
Whereas that is taking place, Simone’s rhythmic squealing begins up once more. Ellie tries to consider what that might imply.
There have to be three dommes right here. Not two, not one. Miriam is having her manner with Simone — it have to be Miriam, as a result of solely Miriam could make Simone reply that manner. And he or she, Ellie, has been left on the mercy of two strangers.
It goes on for a very long time. And it hurts! “Please! I submit! Ma’am, assist me!”
It looks like one of many whips falters a bit of when she cries out, as if whoever is utilizing it’s unsure about persevering with. However there are just a few muttered phrases which Ellie cannot make out — probably, explaining about her safeword. And after a second or two, each whips decide proper again up once more.
“Oh! Oh, my! Thanks, ma’am! Ow!” Ellie twists and yelps.
For her, it appears like one other hour till the following bell chime.
Simone stops squealing as soon as once more. She makes the identical exuberant moan because the final time Miriam withdrew from her. And the whipping ceases too.
“Thanks, ma’am,” Ellie says. “Ma’ams. I do not know. Mistresses. I do not know who’s there.”
Nobody replies.
Ellie shuts her mouth, and waits, tense, with no thought what may come subsequent.
It seems to be a feather. A big peacock feather, brushing tenderly, right here and there on her physique. Alongside her sides and down her again. A second one joins the primary. After which a 3rd.
Ellie giggles. After which, because the feathers begin to transfer to extra delicate components of her anatomy, she begins to yelp. She is not unusually ticklish, however the stimulation is an excessive amount of, and her capability to withstand the torment is low. Feathers dance throughout her throat, and into her armpits, and below the soles of her straining ft, that are nonetheless raised up on tiptoes. “Ahh! Ah, cease, cease! Please!” It does not cease. She totters round, however there is no escape. “Assist! Please! Aihha!”
One feather unexpectedly passes between her legs. The feeling is scrumptious. Ellie strains towards her spreader bars and the feather continues to maneuver softly towards her interior thighs and lips. Up and down, ahead and again. In the meantime, the opposite feathers stop their infernal tickling, and deal with her breasts and nipples as a substitute. The tickle torture turns into sexual stimulation. Ellie gasps. She quivers with bare pleasure. She mewls, “Please let me come! I am so shut! I am so shut, please, PLEASE!”
However irrespective of how a lot she begs, she does not get it. Sweat runs down her trembling physique, and some tears emerge from beneath her hood.
One more chime of the bell. The feathers desist. How rather more will there be?
The winch prompts once more. And Ellie is now lifted fully off the bottom, hanging from her wrists, physique suspended in an unbelievable straining X, each final muscle taut and glowing. “Oh, goodness!” She hangs, gasping on the depth of her latest, most punishing place, for just a few seconds. She spins, very slowly, on the spot. Ache is already growing in her shoulders and hips. Is she going to hold like this till the following bell? There isn’t any manner she may take it.
Her domme, it needs to be her domme, steps up in entrance of her, and kisses her nipple, suckling lovingly on it for a second. Then she places one hand on the small of Ellie’s again for stability, and rams the 4 fingers of her different hand up within her pussy.
“Oh, sure, YES!”
Ellie caterwauls with pleasure. Her domme’s hand is big, highly effective and invasive and very tight and splendidly pleasurable. Ellie flexes her physique, using her domme’s fist, utilizing it to assist a few of her weight. It is not all the best way within her, the broadest a part of the 4 knuckles will not match. (Possibly someday, after extra coaching.) Even so, it feels unbelievable. The pleasure cancels out the ache in her stretched limbs. “Could I come, please, ma’am! Ahh! Ah, sure! Ffffffff–“
Miriam retains her there, on absolutely the brink, for a minute, flexing her hand within her desperately pleading sub, till she thinks she will’t take anymore.
Then she says, “No.” And lowers the winch once more, all the best way to the ground.
Ellie folds up right into a drained heap. She does not transfer as varied palms unbuckle the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. The spreader bars disappear. Somebody removes the bag from her head. She remains to be blindfolded beneath. Another person crops a kiss on her lips. She mumbles, “Ma’am?”