Renata gifts you a collar and tells you to meet her in the office. Ever the obedient pet, you do as you are told and spend the evening with your lover...
Notes: I was held at gun-point by @shouty-y to write this! I'm kidding but this story is for them because it's totally normal to give your bestie incredibly raunchy fanfiction, right? Hope you have fun reading this 🖤
A package rested on your bed -- a bright, neon-pink square box with a black ribbon at the front and a small note sticking out from its side that seemed to beckon you closer with a fragrance that had become familiar to you after servicing the Chem-Baroness for a handful of months now.
It was neatly wrapped and emanating a sweet smell that you desperately inhaled and allowed to fill your lungs, the present was taken by you and set over soft thighs as you sat on the mattress to very slowly unravel its contents, lingering on the black bow for a moment to indulge in the perfume that always made you so incredibly eager to see the older woman whose scent drove you crazy.
Opening your eyes after exhaling warm breath and pushing the air out from your lungs, you saw the note from the corner of your eye and touched it with your fingertips, opening the folded paper to read what was inside -- your name in handwriting you could recognize anywhere and a simple order to 'Wear this and come see me in the office.' that made your heart begin to race from excitement.
Offering the box a smile, you took the ribbon and set it aside before making a mess of the wrapping paper and pulling the top off to be greeted by an odd something that made your frantic heart skip a beat. A sight that you were not expecting in your naive mind but one you found far too fitting of both you and the woman who had gifted this to you.
Inside of the package was a black collar with what looked to be glass-like gemstones with a pink hue inside, like small expertly crafted vials of Shimmer with the smallest of doses in a liquid form adorning all its length and at the front an empty ring of silver where a leash was supposed to clip on but there was no sign of a leash anywhere to be seen...
Underneath the collar was a pristine white cushion, it was flat but soft against your fingertips when they brushed over it on their way towards the collar. You took it and studied the material, it seemed like leather but the insides were smooth and felt nice to the touch and you wondered if the woman had intentionally made it that way -- for it to be comfortably around your pretty little neck.
You took a couple minutes to stare at the dark collar and the vials, to think about the order written on the note, to wonder if you had the courage to defy that command to try and spare yourself of the stares Glasc workers would sure to give you once they saw you crossing the halls with it around your neck, knowing the pink would be like a beacon, an obvious glow to pull everyone's eyes towards you.
No, you dare not defy Renata Glasc…
Perhaps you were even eager to indulge in something meant only for the two of you, honored that she went through the trouble of making this for you, that she wanted you to wear it proudly, knowing nobody else would ever be where you were because you belonged to her. You belonged to Renata Glasc and you would let everyone know that by putting the collar on and walking outside with your head held high and a confident smirk.
It was a fleeting moment of courage that immediately left you the moment you walked through the door and onto the hallway and were met with wide eyes studying the object around your neck, their quiet murmuring making you nervous and embarrassed as you walked past their curious gazes with flushed features and a pace that screamed you were in a real hurry…
You needed to catch your breath once you reached the baroness' office, leaning against the door to try and calm yourself, squeezing eyes shut for a few seconds before knocking because you would never dare enter without permission.
She told you to enter and your shaky hands wrapped around the round door-knob, turning it and opening the large door, slowly revealing the familiar figure seated upon her golden chair that towered over anyone and everything, a symbol of power and wealth and with cushions so crimson they stood out like a sore-thumb against the white of her clothing and the black from the tight vest.
You followed the fullness of Renata's chest to the raise of her left arm, the porcelain-like prosthetic in full view, its elbow on the carved wooden desk, a slight curve upwards to intricate details of glowing pinks and purples that made you reach for the tiny vial in the front of your throat, caressing its edges in silence as eyes studied the length of the black bland resting between her palm, caught by sets of slender fingers with pointed tips, the white of the fake limb adorned by deep colors on each junction of each digit and the width of her hand, pulsating a familial light and the faintest of clouds of smoke.
She held the leash in her hand, the missing piece to your incomplete collar, the disparity in position and influence almost ironic in the way she let the leather dangle in front of you while you touched at the collar around your neck, standing at the door while she sat in her lavish chair that looked like a throne and pierced you with the ominous pink of her thin pupils swimming in a pool of darkness…
"Did you like my present, pet?"
Rich voice oozed amusement, like she already knew your answer but wanted to hear it from you just because she could. The leather in her palm kept you on edge, the awareness of your unique situation heightened by the sudden close of the door behind you almost as if done by magic…
She did not like to wait and you knew you had to answer soon but you suddenly felt shy and small in her intimidating presence, the warmth on your cheeks making the woman quirk an eyebrow and tighten her hold on the leash, lifting human hand to curl an index finger at you, gesturing for you to move closer and you did -- taking a single step forward before Renata motioned for you to stop.
"That is not how pets are supposed to walk." She reprimanded and you felt yourself tense under her gaze. That gloved hand turned and the finger was aimed down, your eyes following it to the ground.
No words, no order came from her -- that one gesture more than enough for you to understand exactly what she wanted you to do and by God, did that make you flush even deeper; feeling so humiliated just by the mere thought of crawling on your knees and yet, in the darkest parts of you that only Ms. Glasc had been able to awaken, a strange interest to behave like a pet for her…
Would she reward you if you did good?
You swallowed your nerves and felt the collar brush against the front of your throat with the bob before you lowered yourself onto the floor, palms and knees on the cold surface, the marble sending a shiver up your spine as you began to crawl in the direction of the woman, trying to look at her.
Keeping eye-contact was frustratingly difficult; you felt embarrassed and wanted to hide from that pair of intense eyes but also curious to see any small sign in the bit of flesh the mask did not cover that she was enjoying the sight, that she approved of the way you moved and the effort you put into not crossing the room towards her massive desk…
"So obedient. How cute." She chuckled, twirling part of the leather leash in her hand, watching you with utmost interest as you stopped in front of the wooden giant, looking up at her with a tiny smile.
Your knees hurt a little from having to walk on them but you were allowed to sit on the floor and rest them while she left the chair to approach you, her height towering over you immensely, tall form leaning forwards for gloved fingers to work with faux ones into clipping the leash to the collar…
"There you go, my darling pet." Renata purred, the sound coming off as a slightly distorted growl due to the mask. Her eyes devoured the color on your cheeks for a moment, the glow of the pink making you look away shyly for just a second, thin pointed fingers taking a firm hold of the leash and giving it a pull to force you to look back up at the woman.
"It's a bit late to be shy, don't you think?" She huffed, the sides of her mask pulsating a bright pink with the breath. "I want to play with you. It's been a stressful day and I need a cute little pet to distract me. You'll indulge me, won't you?" Her eyes narrowed, at you the wrinkles on their sides showing amusement and that the mask was hiding what you were sure was a mischievous smirk.
"Y-yes, m'am…" you answered, seeing her brows lift ever so slightly before she pulled on the leash again to make you follow her towards the massive chair. She took her seat and gave the desk a pat.
"Sit." Came the command and you did as you were told, taking a spot in front of her on the desk, her eyes studying what you were wearing, flesh hand reaching for the buttons on your uniform.
"Usually I like to see my pet in nice outfits but today I want you bare. Undress for me." Her gloved hand moved away and she leaned back on the chair, watching you raise your arms to fight off the layers you had on, feeling scrutinized by her.
Every movement from you she observed with those intense eyes; every pull of the fabric, every button you undid, every layer that became loose enough for you to start to show skin, letting coat fall onto the desk and your blouse to be open, a mere glimpse of what you had underneath making Renata hum in approval and lean a bit forwards.
"Are you wearing another present of mine?" She let out a soft laugh, the sound making you smile lightly, knowing she had enjoyed the sight of you in the fancy lace in one of your favorite colors she had gifted you not long ago. "Such a cute little thing. Always trying to please me, hmm?" Renata cooed and finally touched your bare stomach with her right hand, the glove feeling cool and foreign.
You wished she would take it off but you knew it was still too soon for her to indulge you like that.
"A-always, m'am…" you offered the tiniest of smiles, noticing the way those pupils expanded slightly against the depths of black surrounding them. That width hypnotized you and pulled you in, trying to lean forwards but quickly stopped by the spread of her slender digits on your stomach, forced to sit inches away from the older woman.
"Good. As you should." Renata purred, caressing her way up to your clothed chest, tracing the lace with her fingertips. "I like the way it looks on you. We should keep it on. However…" that cool hand slipped underneath the fabric, groping right breast and nudging the bra upwards until the soft mound was in view, the graze from the leather covering a thumb on your nipple making that flesh harden.
"Aaah…" you whimpered, the cold from the glove against your warm skin giving you goosebumps, a slight arch of the back not going unnoticed by her.
"Too cold, my pet?" A hum and another brush from that thumb, calculated in its movement, circling the nub in a slow pace that made you bite your bottom lip, a sight that made the baroness exhale audibly.
The sides of the mask throbbed purple and your attention was instantly on the cloud leaving it, your wide eyes softening when it disappeared rapidly.
"Could be worse. I could be touching you like this instead." Glasc chuckled and stretched the fancy prosthetic out, grazing pointed tips over your skin, starting from collarbones and stopping where the lace from the bra hugged above your breasts, the leather from the leash tickling you with each little movement, each careful caress of your bare flesh.
You shuddered at the feeling of those false digits on your skin -- the cool from the material mixing with the ever-so gentle scrape of edges making you a lot warmer, a sweet scent produced by the arm forcing chest to heave with a deep inhale, the rich purple wrapping around the prosthetic glowing as it released a fragrance that left you desperate for more of the gorgeous woman in front of you.
"Please, Ms. Glasc…" you whimpered, something about her tedious caresses everywhere but your chest and that strong perfume making you needy and so incredibly willing to beg for the baroness.
She caressed your stomach again and then the belt keeping the lower-half of your dark uniform in place, the tapping from her index claw against the front a quiet command for you to take it all off…
Your face burned hot and was deeply flushed, head lowered for you to stare at your hands as they fumbled with the belt and then the trousers, lifting yourself up on the desk with effort in order to kick the layers away and then undoing your boots and never once were you offered help -- Renata merely watched as you revealed more of yourself to her eyes, those hungry hues so hard to read.
Did she like to hear you beg?
The need, the desperation in your voice, the shy whimpering and the labored breathing, all proof of how aroused you were, how much you wanted the woman, how much you wanted her and just her.
Did she like to see you like this?
Seated upon her desk in nothing but the thin lace of the lingerie she bought for you, a blush on your features, your pupils dilated, feet resting on each arm of the elaborate 'throne', your legs spread to give her a good view of what was between them.
Did she notice the damp spot?
You felt your panties sticking to your flesh and it made you feel ashamed of how quickly you had become needy with just a few touches from her.
"Already opening your legs for me and I barely touched you. How fucking filthy." Renata snarled, the sound making you jump slightly, worry rushing through your body -- maybe you were too needy, maybe you were offering yourself to her too fast.
You thought about closing your legs in shame, went to squeeze them shut but the cool hand from the prosthetic gripped your left thigh and forced you to keep it open. She gazed up at you, the dip of the skin between her brows making her seem upset, that slight frown making you apologize.
"I like you like this. So needy. So eager for me to play with you. That was my intention to begin with so there is no need to be timid." She cooed, hand traveling up your inner-thigh, white thumb rubbing at the skin between it and your clothed mound…
"You will keep them open, won't you? Be a good pet for me." Renata caressed up to your left hip, a rough squeeze of the skin there making you let out a squeak, then her hand was back on your thigh.
"You want to be good for me, don't you?"
A roll of the wrist for lithe fingers to tighten their hold on the leash and you were tugged towards her, having to hunch forwards for her face to hover inches away from yours, eyes burying into yours.
You sucked in a breath and nodded, the closeness making you yearn for her actual skin. Something in that moment compelled you to press your lips to the front of her mask, softly kissing the cool metal.
Renata's eyes softened slightly, the gesture not unfamiliar to either of you but one that always put the older woman in a kinder mood, the gentleness of your mouth on the polished edges of a breather and the sweet eyes you offered making her feel a bit more generous, generous enough to peel off the leather glove and touch you with her hand…
"Thank you…" you murmured, the gratitude in your voice and in the release of a sigh when a warm palm caressed your hip, making her hum, utterly pleased with how well you were doing.
"Good girl…" she praised, rubbing up your side, returning to a chest that had been left neglected for far too long, kneading right breast, toying with the hardened nub with her thumb, careful touches that slowly but surely added to the fire building in the pit of your stomach, aided by the intake of the sugary scent escaping the vents on her breather.
"C-can I touch you?" You stuttered your request, hands feeling uncomfortably empty, resting at your sides with nothing to hold onto, nothing to touch.
"No." Her answer made you pout but you accepted it begrudgingly, chewing on your bottom lip as you sat there and allowed her hand to play with your chest, taking turns to give each nipple some attention, the slick feeling between your legs making you want to squeeze them shut to get any bit of relief on the throbbing bundle of nerves.
"Getting wet, are you? Filthy fucking girl…" she huffed and with it, the pink on the vents glowed.
The mask did well to hide the smirk on her features so you could not tell she was enjoying seeing you like this or teasing you. Her dark brows were furrowed so it looked like she was upset and shaming you for getting hot and bothered as if you were able to control yourself when touched by her, the woman you craved from the moment you woke up to the moment you went to bed and sometimes she was in your dreams too; nowhere to escape her presence, no peace from her power, from her charm, from that overwhelming need she taught your body to feel towards her at any moment...
You knew that sickly-sweet fragrance had something to do with how quickly your body was to reacted to the woman but you did not mind, you enjoyed being her cute little pet, loved receiving her affections and fancy gifts but above all, prided yourself in being the only one to be at her side…
The thought of being chosen by Renata Glasc, the thought of her wanting you when she could have whoever she wanted -- it made you feel special.
A tug of the leash and you felt the collar graze the back of your neck, the rough motion making you whine softly, a sound that pulled a chuckle from the woman. She caressed between your breasts down to your stomach, fingertips lingering on the front of the lace covering your most intimate spot that ached for attention and made you squirm, a growing desire to rub your thighs together making you bite on your bottom lip and press your feet on the arm-rests, trying to keep your legs wide open.
Her thumb dug into your warm flesh without hesitation, applying pressure to your twitching clit, rubbing you through the thin material, making you tense up and flatten your palms on the surface of the desk for support, leaning head back with a hiss, the rapid pace soon dwindling down to a slower one that made you able to catch a breath.
"Such a sensitive little thing…" Renata hummed, dipping her fingers down to the damp spot in your panties, pushing up to tease them against the wet flesh. "Making a mess of your pretty underwear."
You hissed again, closing your eyes to try and focus on that bit of attention given to your cunt but she pulled on the leash and you were forced to keep eye-contact with the woman, those devilish eyes swallowing you whole as her fingertips slid past the lace and touched your wet, warm folds.
"M-miss Glasc…" you moaned softly, catching sight of thin pupils widening, their color piercing through you and making you feel even hotter.
Renata watched your flustered features twisting with pleasure when her smooth fingers caressed up to your throbbing nub, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive flesh, moving back to your pussy to slick the tips of her skillful digits in your arousal, effortlessly gliding up and down your sex to then focus on the swollen peak, making you whimper.
"You're dripping…" she hissed, the fingers on the prosthetic curling tightly around the leash, weight shifting on the chair as she leaned closer to you.
"Please…" you pleaded sweetly, teased by the quickening rhythm that had you arching on the desk, the rapid build-up leaving you breathless but that knot in the depth of your belly never became too tight for too long because anytime you seemed to be enjoying yourself, the baroness would slow down and pull away from you to force your body to relax before touching you again and teasing you with the tips of her wet fingers, never pushing in.
"Use your words. Beg for me to fuck you." She snarled, pulling on the leash anytime she noticed you trying to close your eyes, forcing you to look between her and her hand in your underwear.
"Please! P-please, m'am...please fuck me…"
You whined, swearing you could feel her grinning even though the breather concealed her features.
She loved to hear you beg, loved the power that came with hearing you become desperate for her, loved to have the upper-hand, loved to control the situation, loved to control you and your cute body.
Two fingers were pushed deep into you in an instant, their length and width squeezed by your twitching walls, the feeling of being full making you throw your head back with a loud curse that made the older woman laugh softly and squint up at you.
"How tightly you grip me. Like a vice. You must be really desperate for me to make you cum. My cute little whore…" Renata hummed, curling her fingers to brush up against your flesh, starting a slow and frustrating pace of thrusting them back and forth with the occasional curls, twisting and scissoring.
The wet noises coming from between your thighs mixed with your harsh breathing and the sight of the lace shifting against her hand with each pump and motion from your lover's fingers, the knot in your stomach tightening, following the rhythm she started to quicken with the push and pull up to her knuckles that rapidly drove you towards the edge.
"C-close...I'm…" you whimpered, feeling tears in the corners of your itchy eyes from being unable to close them, keeping them on Renata anytime she tugged on the leather to get your attention.
"Hmm, I can see that…" her voice sounded soft but she was anything but kind towards you, pulling the two slick fingers out and leaving you empty all of a sudden, denying you release as you should have expected but in your deeply aroused daze, you forgot whose fingers exactly had been in you.
"Please, d-don't…" you whined loudly but it did nothing, her hand was slipping out from your underwear and your walls were left to squeeze at nothing. She fixed your panties and softened her features up at you, mocking you with the wrinkling around her eyes that meant she was smiling wide.
"Do you really think I would let you cum? No, my sweet girl -- everything has a price, remember? I do not do things for free." She laughed the loudest then, amused by your pout and pissed expression, pleaded by your frustration and red, teary eyes…
The baroness held her right hand up, parting slender index and middle fingers to show you the thin veil of your juices sticking to the tan skin.
"Clean them." Her order made you whimper and wet your lips in preparation, opening them and holding your tongue out to accept those two digits with a slurred 'thank you', curling the wet muscle around their length, tasting yourself on them…
Bright pink eyes watched your tongue move and your soft lips close for you to noisily suck on her slick fingers, humming at the slight push of them into your mouth, brushing against the width of your tongue and forcing you to open lips slightly, a trail of spit dripping down to your chin as she thrust a pair of digits in and out of your mouth, making you drool onto yourself and make a mess of your lips.
She pulled those fingers out when she deemed them clean, caressing under your chin with a chuckle, wiping the saliva off using your skin, the gesture making you feel like an actual pet...but in a way, you were glad she touched you again...
"On your knees, pet. Give me head. Make me cum with that cute mouth of yours. Do a good job and I'll let you fuck my thigh in return. That seems fair to you, right?" Renata narrowed her eyes at you; her command, her promise making you eagerly crawl off the wooden desk to watch her push the lavish chair back with a foot on a drawer, giving you enough space to kneel in front of her.
She noticed the way the collar moved with the audible swallow from you, lips twitching behind the mask at your interest in pleasing her. Never once did you hesitate to prostrate yourself at her feet, never once did you even think about challenging her orders and that was immensely satisfying.
You looked up at Renata and then at her knees, following them up to her wide thighs hugged by the perfect white of her pants and then to the fine stitching at the front, fidgeting with your fingers as she leaned back, spread her legs and pulled on the leash to give you the silent command to take care of that bothersome article of neat clothing.
An understanding nod and you moved closer to undo the buttons on the front of her pants, looking up to catch her eyes glued to you, waiting for you to ask if she could be kind enough to raise herself off the chair so you could pull the clothing down.
"Could you...help me, please? M-miss…" you pulled your palms away from the fabric, wanting so badly to touch her thighs but knowing that you had not been given permission to do so yet…
Renata hummed as an answer and simply stared at you for a moment, the sudden silence and her position remaining the same making you wonder if she expected you to find a way to get the trousers off...but another sweet 'please' from you and she sighed, standing up to let you carefully pull them down, revealing inch by inch of toned, tan skin…
Eyes instantly devoured the sight of the older woman's bare legs, the dark lace around them, the black straps leading up to the rest of the set of expensive-looking lingerie she had on, intricately woven into almost see-through material that left little to the imagination except for that one spot that the mere thought of made you salivate...
Glasc sat on the chair and leaned back against the crimson cushion with a chuckle, parting legs for you, pulling harder on the leash to snap you out of your day-dreaming, reminding you of your position, of what you were supposed to be doing.
"I do like to see you practically drooling at my feet but I want you to focus. You may touch but do try not to make a mess on my carpet." She hummed and watched you squirm closer, taking your place between thick thighs, eagerly accepting her very generous offer of finally letting you touch her...
"Yes, m'am…" you mumbled in a bit of a hurry, placing your palms on the stockings around her legs, feeling the warmth of the taut muscle from underneath, caressing up to knees and then to strong thighs, spreading your fingers over their width, brushing against the straps leading up to where they were fastened on the the hem of the lacey underwear, looking past it to where the thin material followed further beyond, hidden by the vest that embraced her plump bosom so tightly.
She chuckled softly at your distracted staring, the hold on the leash tightening but there was no pull this time -- instead you felt her fingers threading through your hair, scratching lightly in a pleasant manner that made you close your eyes for a few seconds before she reached for behind your head and pushed your face against her clothed cunt…
"I told you to focus, did I not?" Renata scolded you, her tone sounding reprimanding, the hand on your head pushing you as far as you could go, the way she man-handled you and warmth and scent of her sex pulling a muffled moan from your lips.
"I'm s-sorry…" you felt her hold loosen and moved your head, turning it to press a kiss to the inside of her left inner-thigh, the softness of your lips on her skin making the older woman release a tiny hum.
"I can't help it. You're...you're the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. It's such an honor to see you like this, miss Glasc." You praised, looking up at the baroness, offering her an affectionate smile.
"You're fucking right it is." Renata chuckled, her ego not needing compliments but you saw the faux fingers around the leash go slack and the bit of her face you could see seemed to relax. "That's what makes you such a good pet. You don't talk too much but when you open your mouth it's to put it to good use…" She squinted at you, seeing you nod in understanding, knowing what she meant by those words and offering the other thigh a kiss…
Fingers moved loose hairs away from your forehead, tucking them behind your ear as you showered her tanned skin in kisses and caresses, using hands to massage the muscle of her thighs and mouth to place wet kisses close to the black fabric, often looking up at her to see pupils throb with excitement, the only thing you could read.
God, you wish you could see her face…
Maybe if you did good she would be inclined to take the breather off so you could kiss her while you rode her thigh. Oh, the thought left you hot and needy, your imagination running wild, aided by the heat of her skin, the scent of her arousal mixed with expensive body-wash and perfume.
You softly nuzzled her clothed sex and moaned, feeling a damp spot against your nose, looking up at the older woman with eyes full of desire. She was turned on by seeing you like this and playing with you, she wanted you and that made you feel honored and proud that you could have an effect on your beloved who always seemed unphased.
"You smell so good…" you murmured against the warmth of her flesh, using fingertips to tease her through the fabric, wanting to build her up just a bit more before using your hungry mouth on her…
Renata did not seem to mind -- she meaner back with a sigh and rested her prosthetic on the chair's arm, the leash kept secure by the claw but loose enough for you to feel she would not pull on it…
"Hmm, praise will absolutely get you anywhere you want, my girl…" she chuckled, drumming her human fingers on your head, keeping hand there in case she needed to boss you around again.
"Well, I would say it already has…" a soft laugh and you hid your smile against her thigh, feeling a change in the mood, like she was in better spirits now that you were giving her attention and doing your best to worship those inches of warm skin.
Carefully you undid the straps above the lace around her wide waist, pulling the fabric down so you could see the neatly trimmed greying curls, sliding the panties further down to give Renata some freedom to move her legs, giving you a perfect view of the darker pink of her wet folds.
"Like what you see?" She teased you, your eyes leaving the glistening flesh to make contact with the orbs of purple. You nodded, giving a timid grin before leaning forwards to kiss above the hairs.
You inhaled her scent and indulged in the heat of her cunt for a second, pressing lips to the little nub then, kissing the sensitive spot with a rumble of a moan that made the woman let out a long sigh. It excited you hearing that, fueled you to continue, to use your tongue to lick a tedious path from her wet slit, over small lips and towards the sensitive bud.
"Good, just like that…" the baroness hissed sharply, throwing head back with an order for you to be careful not to make a mess. You hummed, lips around her clit releasing for you to lick back down to her hole, collecting her juices with your tongue, teasing the twitching slit with the press of the tip of the nimble muscle, rewarded by a deep hum and the wrapping of fingers into your hair.
Your soft fingertips reached up for you to caress her clit, rubbing circles, keeping a slow pace just like she wanted, your tongue tasting what she offered it, pushing past dripping flesh to curl and twist in the best way it could, squished by her tight walls, strong legs next to you giving the lightest of trembles as you started a steady rhythm, moving faster little by little, making the woman's breathing come out as distorted huffs and slurred groans.
"That's it…" Renata hummed and you could feel she was close from the way her walls spasmed around your tongue and her heart-beat pounded underneath your fingers with each pulse from the bundle of nerves you rubbed with more pressure.
The choked gasp she produced went straight between your legs and made you moan loudly, the sound muffled by her messy flesh. You pulled your tongue back into your mouth but continued to give her clit attention, licking your lips and tasting the nectar that seeped from the older woman, careful not to let anything dribble onto the expensive rug.
You licked her clean to the best of your ability and then sucked on your own fingers, humming at the remnants of her taste on them, delighted, giving her a short moment to come down from her high, watching the frown on her features soften and her eyes blink open, bright hues piercing through you.
Taking the time to put everything in place, you pulled her panties back up and fastened the straps above them but faltered on the pants, looking up at Renata who waved a hand at you, telling you to forget about them, not wanting to make a mess of a perfectly good pair if you were to use her leg...
Lowering your hand and folding both of them over your thighs, you looked up at the older woman and gave her a little smile, hoping you had done good.
Good enough for her to reward you…
"Uh, look at you…" she chuckled softly, pulling on the leash, the sharp tug wiping the grin off your face, her white finger gesturing for you to stand as her human hand splayed over her thick thigh...
"So proud of yourself, aren't you?" She watched you stand, admiring the way the lace looked on you -- the messy bra above your breasts, the wet underwear sticking to your cunt uncomfortably, the color on your cheeks making you look so, so cute.
"I suppose I should keep my word…" Renata patted her thigh and you bit your bottom lip, her hand urging you closer but as you went to take a seat on her leg, she stopped you. "Take this off. I want to feel my girl's cunt without it in the way." A poke to the front of the panties and you sucked in a breath, slipping them off and standing without any fabric to hide the shameful state you were in.
"That's it...such a pretty little thing…" she caressed your stomach and hip, pulling you towards her, guiding you to the width of a thigh, watching the space between your cunt and her skin, dribbling flesh meeting with warm skin…
You whimpered at the contact, holding arms at your side, staring at the baroness' breather, the urge to kiss her making you reach for the front of her vest, not clutching but resting hands over the swell of her chest, asking her to look up at you.
"Can...can I kiss you?" You murmured shyly, studying the mask, hoping she understood you.
Renata raised a brow at you, her hand on your hip tightening its hold, keeping you secure. She let out a soft hum and then released you, reaching up to press a small piece underneath the vent on each side of the mask, taking the breather off with a thin cloud of steam and pink leaving with it, the piece set on the desk and with it finally gone, you could see the woman in all of her beautifully aged glory.
There was a bit of color on her cheeks and the sight of a tender blush made you smile softly, her hand returning to your hip pulling you again to get you to move, needy flesh becoming a secondary thought because you were distracted by her face.
"You're so beautiful…" you complimented, her eyes focusing on you and the smile you offered, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smirk.
"So are you, my darling pet…" she purred, that little bit of praise making your heart skip a beat.
Prosthetic hand touched your cheek, the cool material and leather brushing against your skin as she caressed along your jaw to your ear, taking hold of your head to make you lean down, soft mouth pressing against yours in a tender kiss.
You wrapped your arms around her neck and parted your lips for her, inviting tongue in without hesitation and with a muted chuckle, Renata did as you desired and slipped her tongue past your lips, making you close your eyes with a moan.
The baroness urged you to start moving your hips, tensing the muscle on that thigh for you to feel it underneath your wet cunt, the straps from the lace set tickling skin each time you bucked against her leg, creating a slick spot on the flesh that made it easier for you to focus on getting off using her…
Your whimpers and moans were swallowed by her tender mouth, the need and passion behind your kiss making the woman hum. Tilting your head you deepened the exchange, kissing like it could very well be the last time you could feel her lips like this because that breather did not come off as often as you hoped so kisses like these were like a luxury.
Porcelain digits caressed your skin, brushing against your thigh and your hip, traveling up your side to a soft breast she squeezed with the palm, making you tremble and grind your pussy harder on her leg, the friction against your clit pulling a series of lovely sounds from the lips she soon let go of to press that damp mouth somewhere else.
Her lips met the side of your neck to suck a deep mark onto and then your shoulder, a warm palm pushing against lower-back for you to straighten yourself so she could reach your chest, swiping a warm tongue over a sensitive, hardened peak...
"M-miss…" you whined slightly, holding onto her tightly, gripping the metal on one of the shoulders, fingers from other hand digging into her clothed back, supporting your weight as best as possible so you could focus on rubbing yourself on her...
"So obedient even now…" Renata purred against your breast and looked up at you, your teary eyes such a lovely sight, one that made her grin wide.
"You may call my name." She gave you permission to use her real name and you felt a certain comfort in being allowed to do so, like it was much more intimate than anything you had been calling her all evening and thought you were used to those terms, nothing felt more special than being able to use her first name when in private.
You wanted to thank you for being kind but her faux hand caressed down your body and slipped between you and her leg and you forgot how to speak, the only sound leaving you being a gasp of surprise and then a slurred calling of her name.
"That's it...that's my girl…" she praised you and heard you whimper. "Let me help you cum, my sweet thing…" Feeling you lift yourself for her to caress your folds, she gave your chin a kiss and began to easily coat the prosthetic's digits in the slickness that dribbled out of you, the back of the hand resting flat on her thigh as she guided you back down to push two long fingers into you, their shape caressing your walls in a delicious way…
The feeling of the smoothness of each finger and then the pause at each joint was something no human hand could ever offer and they went deep and brushed against your soft walls with each roll of your hips. It quickly made heat build at the pit of your stomach and sent your body into a frenzy as you chased release after being empty for so long.
"Aah, Renata…" you cried out and she pulled another cry from you with the slightest motion of the two fingers inside of you, curling and opening them to stretch you out noisily, warm hand on your hip helping you move, lips tending to your jaw and then mouth to swallow a moan as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to finally finding relief.
You fucked yourself on the baroness' fingers, your throbbing clit rubbing against her wrist with every movement and soon, you were arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut with a throaty hum and a choked sob of your gorgeous lover's name.
"There you go, babygirl…" Renata cooed, kissing your bottom lip, feeling your labored breath on her features, caressing your hip and waiting for you to find the strength to lift yourself so she could pull a pair of messy fingers out of you, pleased with the way the white and purple glistened with your cum.
Usually Glasc did not like to be dirty but every once in a while she liked to admire her work and allow you to rest in the mess she had made of you just because she knew the sight of your sweaty and marked skin was meant for her eyes ONLY.
You pressed a kiss to her temple when she pulled away from your lips, letting you relax in her lap as she reached for a neatly folded cloth in one of the drawers to wipe her fake hand clean with a hum.
The wet thigh...would have to be a worry for a bit later as you did not seem keen on moving off of her and she was actually enjoying your little kisses and the way you hugged her so warm and tight…
Soft kisses were pressed to her forehead and cheeks, to the lines that were proof of her age, to the corner of a small smile and then to her lips, a tender moment shared between you two through a slow and sweet kiss and your fingers in her hair.
Renata allowed you to enjoy that intimacy, keeping you secure with an arm, caressing your skin with the back of the prosthetic's fingers, the leash resting over the arm-rest, the cloth gently brushed wherever you seemed messy when you pulled away to catch your breath -- wiping chin and the underneath, keeping the tissue between her digits resting at your side, giving you a few more minutes to indulge in the peace before she gestured for you to get up and stand still so she could wipe you clean as decently as possible…
"This should suffice for now. I will call it a day so we can go take a proper bath." She hummed and tossed the cloth into a small bin next to her desk, standing up to pull her pants back up while you got dressed, putting underwear and uniform on.
You watched her tidy up a few things on the desk and then reach for the breather, holding it in a faux hand, looking at you, smirking at your little pout…
"You know why I need to wear it…" she chuckled.
"Can I kiss you again? Before you put it on? Please?" you fidgeted with the black collar, glancing towards the leather leash on her chair and then at the woman, wondering if she forgot to take it off or if she had plans to walk you around the halls, showing you off to the Glasc workers.
You flushed at the thought and it did not go unnoticed, pulling a mischievous smirk from the older one. She stepped closer, gripping the ring that the leash was fastened onto, pulling on it to make you crane your neck as she leaned down, cocked her head and pressed her lips to yours.
The kiss was hard, hot and messy, with teeth and tongue and lips that made you whimper and left you fighting for air when she pulled away. You panted and watched Renata click the breather into place, the audible inhale making the vents shine a signature pink. She took the leash and started to move, forcing you to follow her through the room.
"You want everyone to know you're mine, hmm? I think they already know but a reminder shouldn't hurt…" the baroness chuckled, your flustered face but willingness to follow something that made her eyes dilate with excitement, incredibly pleased to see you so loyal even though it was embarrassing and both of you knew people would be staring...
You went into the hallways with her with a shy smile, following a couple of steps behind as she held the leash in her left hand, clearly in view for everyone to see. Nobody said a thing but you felt their curious and judgmental eyes on you as if shaming you for allowing yourself to be in such a position. It made you nervous and you glanced up at Renata, catching her looking over her shoulder at you, the relaxed lines of her brow and around her eyes making it seem like she was smiling at you and it quickly made you forget about the few people around you, their existence insignificant.
She was all you cared about and if she was proud enough of you to show you around, if she was fond enough of you to let others know that she had picked you and not them then that was reason to be feel proud and raise your head and smile as you followed the Chem-Baroness and that bout of confidence, that courage to not let others bring you down was rewarded by Renata who gestured for you to catch up and start walking at her side.
Well, the collar and leash were still there but you guessed this was as best as you could ask for...
Frida (2002) // Dickinson (2019-) // Head in the Clouds (2004) // The Favourite (2018) // Gentleman Jack (2019-) // American Horror Story: Hotel (2015) // Penny Dreadful (2014-2016)
genuine q how are outlines bullet points and notes actually different. do they not all refer to the same basic thing. bullet points and outlines are a way to make notes, bullet points are a kind of outline, notes are a kind of outline, youre saying the same thing thrice
Outlines: You know every major thing that happens and most of the ways you get to each point. Maybe there are some gaps and space to add or tweak things, but you know the basics all the way through.
Bullet points: A list of things you have to hit. Fuck knows what goes between them, but you can work that out later. Maybe you have a beginning and an end, maybe you don't.
Notes: Can be plot points, can be random things about characters or the setting, may or may not be in the right order, sometimes they're just random sentences and paragraphs with no home yet.
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