Caught by the light…captured…controlled…drawn in deeper with every ragged breath.
Everything else was foggy and indistinct. All that remained was her need. She’d given up trying to understand; even thinking was too much of an effort. Ashley simply ached and that hollow emptiness only grew more unbearable.
Time passed, but she was lost in the tormenting haze of glowing lights and the passing seconds held no meaning for her. Everything poured forth, spilling from her tethered body and leaving her sticky with exhausted effort. The void was ravenous, constant in its demand to be fed. But there was nothing. No strength, no will, not even the desire to fight against that remorseless desire.
“Good evening, little one,” Amber’s voice swept through the vacuum, tearing the half-formed thoughts asunder. “You’re doing so well, Ashley. Let me look at you.”
Ashley was suddenly aware of her body. The hot, prickling sensation crawled beneath her skin, but she was detached from it. Not numb, but uncaring and unaffected. All that mattered was that inescapable need, and the only person who would ever be able to meet it.
Cool air touched her as her clothes were gently but quickly removed. Deep in her mind, Ashley could feel herself unravel again, but now there was something to which she could cling. Soft hands stroked over trembling flesh, plucking at the perfect tethers, and Ashley was suddenly screaming into the darkest depths of her mind.
“Very good,” the unseen presence encouraged. “Now, just tell me what you want and I will grant it.”
She howled, begging and pleading without a sound for the emptiness to end. Grinding herself wantonly against the ropes that bound her, no longer caring how that only emphasized her weakness.
“Oh, Ashley,” Amber gasped, her voice husky with desire. “It’s such a hard decision, isn’t it? But don’t fret. Take your time, little one, there’s no urgency, no need to rush.”
Deft fingers plucked at her bindings, loosening the cords but still leaving her inescapably trapped. Ashley moaned softly as she was unceremoniously rolled onto her back, a pair of warm, wet panties forced between her unresisting jaws. Amber climbed up onto the bed, kneeling astride Ashley and resting her knees against the bound woman’s torso.
Her arms tingled, but might just as well have been paralyzed. Ashley gazed up at the domme and found herself transfixed by the vision of Amber’s neatly trimmed sex. Dark lips glistened. The gleaming droplets pooled and dribbled, drawing her attention and holding her all but mesmerized.
“Soon,” her tormentor whispered, and that word was enough to make her unresisting captive shudder with passion.
Unable to focus properly, Ashley was still all too aware of Amber’s proximity. The domme’s deft hands idly caressed that beautifully swollen mound, drawing tiny circles in the tight curls. A single droplet hung precariously, swelling before her eyes.
Then, the domme slid her fingers up through the honeyed dew, before letting it trickle down, engulfing Ashley's tender breasts in a warm, perfumed rain.
Amber hissed a breath through pursed lips and her captive could only echo that soft sound.
More of the domme’s musky essence dribbled through her fingers, dappling Ashley’s cleavage and pattering against her engorged nipples. One hand buried deep between the drooling lips, Amber used the other to gently smear her wetness over the captive woman’s soft curves, marking her captive with spilled juices and adding more heat to the sensations currently driving the young woman insane.
“All that lust,” the domme explained, while her fingers swept smoothly over the slick flesh. “Trapped beneath layers of my slippery control. Unable to escape, until I choose to release it.”
Whimpering, Ashley realized that it was true. More and more of her control was melting away, yet still it was impossible to think of anything except the building arousal. Was it pleasure, almost too painful to enjoy, or pain, so pure that it tipped over and became the sharpest pleasure? She just couldn’t tell...she just couldn't care.
Only when her ample chest had been utterly coated did Amber pause in her long, slow masturbation. Then, very slowly, the domme inched forward and lowered herself onto Ashley’s waiting face. She threaded her fingers through the stylist’s hair, tangling the light tresses with sticky digits.
“Not yet,” Amber insisted gently, then began to grind her seeping sex against the younger woman’s soaked panty gag.
There was nothing the unresisting dolly could do nothing as she was crushed into the domme’s fragrant and all-consuming pussy. Groaning loudly, Amber took everything she wanted, smearing her captive with a thick gloss of creamy control. Spent juices matted Ashley’s hair, trickling down into her eyes and dampening the muffling gag. Drool and heat dripped seductively from her chin, and every breath was filled with her tormentor’s wonderfully cloying scent.
Blood pounded in Ashley’s temples, drowning her in its heavy pulsing beat. Trapped in bizarre hypnotic trance, Amber’s words painted bright flashes across her darkening sight. Oxygen starvation wrapped everything in a heavy blanket where she saw, rather than felt, her tormentor’s threat.
“You’re just a toy,” the domme said, mashing her captive’s face into the soft, wet flesh. “A pretty dolly for Me and only Me to play with. Fit only to be used…loved and abused. A thing that can bring Me pleasure… and nothing more.”
There was no possibility of denial. Ashley was soaking in Amber’s perfume. Perfectly passive as her body was taken and forced to give the cruelly coercive domme exactly what she wanted. Ashley had never felt more debased, and yet she found herself reveling in that sensation. She simply lacked the will to fight...or to care.
She’d lost track of Amber’s orgasms, but each new climax further tested the very limits of Ashley’s endurance. By the time the domme was finally sated, the stylist found herself with no choice but to acknowledge every word that had been remorselessly ground into her over those long hours.
When the heavily chewed, but still sodden panties were pulled from her mouth, Ashley felt a sense of loss that was more visceral than anything she’d ever experienced. Only the domme’s soft reassurance kept her from lapsing into despair as that connection was taken away.
“Hush now,” Amber whispered softly, stroking the shivering woman’s face. “I am so very proud of you, little one. It is time to show my appreciation. But there is one more thing you must do for me. You’ll do that, won’t you? You’ll do anything I ask of you, without thought or question. Like a very good girl, like MY very good girl.”
Not trusting herself to speak, Ashley just nodded. Her entire body shook with the force of her need. She vibrated, almost humming with pent up desire and frustration. She wanted to cry and she wanted to scream. But most of all, she wanted the release that was at once so desperately close and so horribly far away.
“Who am I?” Amber asked very gently.
The words started to form on her captives quivering lips, but the domme stopped her with a gesture. Amber’s expression was kind, but her eyes shone with anticipation.
“Think,” she ordered, “I know how hard that is, but you know the right answer.”
Silence stretched between them as Ashley searched for the correct response. Gazing into her captor’s face and seeing her own disheveled features reflected back in kaleidoscope eyes, the truth seemed to reach out and take hold of her.
“G…” she began, her tongue suddenly thick and clumsy. “g…gg…..GODDESS!!”
* * *
Ashley never registered her Goddess's response. Waves of suppressed arousal crashed into her, tearing through her body and building to a crescendo where the young woman’s mind simply gave up. Her muscles convulsed, her will crumbled, endorphins flooded her in an unending tidal wave of arousal, her brain cells firing and re-firing until there was nothing but that one unending orgasm leading her to complete and utter obedience.
She was reborn
She was owned
She was dolly
…and bathed in blue, she knew exactly where she BELONGED
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